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INTRODUCTION 

Reach your hand to me, my friend, 

With its heartiest caress — 
Sometime there will come an end 
To its present faithfulness — 
Sometime I may ask in vain 
For the touch of it again, 
When between us land or sea 
Holds it ever back from me. - 

the present is too sweet 
To go on forever thus! 
Round the corner of the street 

Who can say what waits for us? — 
Meeting — greeting, night and day, 
Faring each the self-same way — 
Still, somewhere, the path must end, — 
Reach your hand to me, my friend ! . 

—JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY 
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Whittier, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, and Phoebe Cary, are used by 
permission of and by special arrangement with, Houghton, Mifflin 
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FRIENDSHIP 
Oh, who will walk a mile with me, 

Along life's merry way? 
A comrade blithe and full of glee, 
Who dares to laugh out loud and free, 

And let his frolic fancy play, 

Like a happy child, through the flowers gay 

That fill the field and fringe the way, 
Where he walks a mile with me. 

And who will walk a mile with me, 
Along life's weary way? 

A friend whose heart has eyes to see 

The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea, 

And the quiet rest at the end of the day — 

A friend who knows, and dares to say, 

The brave, sweet words that cheer the way 

Where he walks a mile with me. 

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With such a comrade, such a friend, 

I fain would walk till journeys end, 

Through summer sunshines, winter rain, 
And then? Farewell, we shall meet again! 

—HENRY VAN DYKE 

Reprinted by permission from "Music and Other Poems." 
Copyright, 1904, by Charles Scribner's Sons. 








There is no folly equal to that of throwing 
away friendship in a world where friendship is 
so rare. — edward bulwer-lytton 






I have felt this blessing of being able to re- 
spond to new friendship very strongly lately, for 
I have lost many old and valued connections 
during this trying spring. I thank God far more 
earnestly for such blessings than for my daily 
bread, for friendship is the bread of the heart. 

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THE YEARS ARE ANGELS 
The years are angels that bring down from 

Heaven 
Gifts of the gods. What has the angel given 
Who last night vanished up the heavenly wall? 
He gave a friend — the gods' best gift of all. 

—RICHARD WATSON GILDER 
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True happiness 

Consists not in the multitude of friends, 
But in their worth and choice. 

—BEN JONSON 






Thou mayest be sure that he who will in 
private tell thee of thy faults is thy friend, for 
he adventures thy dislike and doth hazard thy 
hatred. —sir Walter raleigh 
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THE WISH 
Think of me as your friend, I pray, 

And call me by a tender name: 
I will not care what others say, 

If only you remain the same! 
I will not care how dark the night, 

I will not care how wild the storm: 
Your love will fill my heart with light, 

And shield me close, and keep me warm. 

Think of me as your friend, I pray, 

For else my life is little worth: 
So shall your memory light my way, 

Although we meet no more on earth: 
For while I know your faith secure, 

I ask no happier fate to see: 
Thus to be loved by one so pure 

Is honour rich enough for me. 

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AS FOR ME, I HAVE A FRIEND 
Let the sower scatter seed 

Where the crumbling furrows blend; 
Let the churchman praise his creed 

The beginning and the end; 

As for me, I have a friend. 

Does the sun forget to shine 
And the wind blow sere and chill? 

Does the cluster leave the vine, 
And the ice begird the rill? 
I shall rest contented still. 

Must the rose be stripped of leaf 
When the waning June has passed? 

Shall an autumn voice its grief 
In the lorn November blast? 
What of that, a friend will last. 

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Why should I, then, make complaint 
To the days that round me roll? 

She my missal is, and saint, 

Clad in womanhood's white stole, 
She, the keeper of my soul. 

Not love's chalice to my lips, 

Not that bitter draught she brings, 

Which as Hybla's honey drips 

And like bosomed asp-worm stings, 
No! she tells of happier things. 

Simple friendship, just that much 
To enfold me as a strand 

Of her hair might; and the touch 
Of a gracious, welcoming hand 
That I grasp, and understand. 

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Let death ope or lock his gate 

Let the lilies break or bend, 
And the iron will of fate, 

Sorrows now or fortune send, 

As for me, I have a friend. 

—ERNEST McGAFFEY 








In love women exceed the generality of men, 
but in friendship we have the advantage. 

—JEAN DE LA BRUYERE 






If trust is the first requisite for making a 
friend, faithfulness is the first requisite for keep- 
ing him. 

There can never be true friendship without 
self-respect, and unless soul meets soul free from 
self-seeking. — hugh black 

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THE GIRDLE OF FRIENDSHIP 
She gathered at her slender waist 

The beauteous robe she wore; 
Its folds a golden belt embraced, 
One rose-hued gem it bore. 

The girdle shrank; its lessening round 
Still kept the shining gem, 

But now her flowing locks it bound, 
A lustrous diadem. 

And narrower still the circlet grew; 

Behold! a glittering band, 
Its roseate diamond set anew, 

Her neck's white column spanned. 

Suns rise and set; the straining clasp 

The shortened links resist, 
Yet flashes in a bracelet's grasp 
The diamond, on her wrist. 
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At length, the round of changes past, 
The thieving years could bring, 

The jewel, glittering to the last, 
Still sparkles in a ring. 

So, link by link, our friendships part, 

So loosen, break and fall, 
A narrowing zone ; the loving heart 

Lives changeless through them all. 

—OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES 








My friends are my estate. Forgive me then 
the avarice to hoard them! They tell me those 
who were poor early have different views of 
gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so 
wary as we, else He would give us no friends, 
lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven 
in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven 
in the hand occasionally. _ EMiLy mCKINSON 

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We rode a day, from east, from west, 
To meet. A year had done its best, 
By absence, and by loss of speech, 
To put beyond the other's reach 
Each heart and life; but, drawing nigh, 
"Ah ! it is you !" "Yes, it is I !" 
We said; and love had been blasphemed 
And slain in each had either deemed 
Need of more words, or joy more plain 
When eyes had looked in eyes again: 
Ah friendship, stronger in thy might 
Than time and space, as faith than sight! 
Rich festival with thy red wine 
My friend and I will keep in courts divine! 

—HELEN HUNT JACKSON 



If you would have friends, be one. 

—ELBERT HUBBARD 

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Friendship's an abstract of this noble flame, 

'Tis love refined, and purged from all its dross, 
The next to angels' love, if not the same, 

As strong as passion is, though not so gross: 
It antedates a glad eternity, 
And is a heaven in epitome. 

Nobler than kindred, or than marriage-band, 
Because more free; wedlock-felicity 

Itself doth only by this union stand, 
And turns to friendship, or to misery. 

Force or design matches to pass may bring, 

But friendship doth from love and honor spring. 

Thick waters show no images of things; 

Friends are each other's mirrors, and should be 
Clearer than crystal or the mountain springs, 

And free from clouds, design, or flattery, 

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For vulgar souls no part of friendship share : 
Poets and friends are born to what they are. 

Absence doth not from friendship's right excuse 
Them who preserve each other's heart and 
fame, 
Parting can ne'er divide, it may diffuse; 

As a far, stretched-out river's still the same. 
Though presence helped them at the first to 

greet, 
Their souls now know without those aids to 
meet. 

Constant and solid, whom no storms can shake, 
Nor death unfix, a right friend ought to be; 

And if condemned to survive, doth make 
No second choice, but grief and memory. 

But friendship's best fate is, when it can spend 

A life, a fortune, all to serve a friend. 

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JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE 

Green be the turf above thee, 

Friend of my better days! 
None knew thee but to love thee, 

Nor named thee but to praise. 

Tears fell, when thou wert dying, 
From eyes unused to weep, 

And long, where thou art lying, 
Will tears the cold turf steep. 

When hearts, whose truth was proven, 
Like thine, are laid in earth, 

There should a wreath be woven 
To tell the world their worth. 

And I, who woke each morrow 
To clasp thy hand in mine, 

Who shared thy joy and sorrow, 
Whose weal and woe were thine. 

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It should be mine to braid it 

Around thy faded brow, 
But I've in vain essayed it, 

And feel I cannot now. 

While memory bids me weep thee, 
Nor thoughts nor words are free, 

The grief is fixed too deeply 
That mourns a man like thee. 

— FITZ-GREENE HALLECK 








With regard to the choice of friends, there 
is little to say; for a friend is never chosen. A 
secret sympathy, the attraction of a thousand 
nameless qualities, a charm in the expression 'of 
the countenance, even in the voice or manner, a 
similarity of circumstances, — these are the things 
that begin attachment. — mrs. barbauld 

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The human soul that crieth at thy gates, 

Of man or woman, alien or akin, 
'Tis thine own Self that for admission waits — 
Rise, let it in. 

Bid not thy guest but sojourn and depart, 

Keep him, if so it may be, till the end, 
If thou have strength and purity of heart 
To be his friend. 

Not only, at bright morn, to wake his mind 
With noble thoughts, and send him forth with 
song, 
Nor only, when night falls, his wounds to bind; 
But all day long. 

To help with love, with labour, and with lore, 
To triumph when, by others' aid, he wins, 
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To carry all his sorrows, and yet more — 
To bear his sins. 

To keep a second conscience in thine own, 
Which suffers wound on wound, yet strongly 
lives, 
Which takes no bribe of tender look or tone, 
And yet forgives. 

But, should some mortal vileness blast with 
death 
Thy love for comrade, leader, kinsman, wife — 
Seek no elixir to restore false breath, 
And loathsome life. 

Thy love is slain — thou canst not make it whole 
With all thy store of wine, and oil, and bread : 
Some passions are but flesh — thine had a soul, 
And that is dead. 

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QUA CURSUM VENTUS 
As shipsj becalmed at eve, that lay 

With canvas drooping, side by side, 
Two towers of sail, at dawn of day 

Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried: 

When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, 
And all the darkling hours they plied; 

Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas 
By each was cleaving, side by side. 

E'en so — but why the tale reveal 

Of those whom, year by year unchanged, 

Brief absence joined anew to feel, 

Astounded, soul from soul estranged? 

At dead of night their sails were filled, 
And onward each rejoicing steered; 

Ah, neither blame, for neither willed 
Or wist what first with dawn appeared. 
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To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, 
Brave barks! In light, in darkness, too! 

Through winds and tides one compass guides — 
To that and your own selves be true. 

But O blithe breeze ! and great seas ! 

Though ne'er, that earliest parting past, 
On your wide plain they join again, 

Together lead them home at last. 

One port, methought, alike they sought, 
One purpose hold where'er they fare ; 

O bounding breeze, O rushing seas, 
At last, at last, unite them there! 

—ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH 

Friendship needs to be rooted in respect, but 
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FEAST OF ALL SOULS 

Oft may the spirits of the dead descend 
To watch the silent slumbers of a friend; 
To hover round his evening-walk unseen, 
And hold sweet converse on the dusky green; 
To hail the spot where once their friendship 

grew, 
And heaven and nature opened to their view! 
Oft, when he trims his cheerful hearth, and sees 
A smiling circle, emulous to please, 
There may these gentle guests delight to dwell, 
And bless the scene they loved in life so well! 

—SAMUEL ROGERS 



When our friends have deceived us, we owe 
them but indifference to the tokens of their 
friendship; yet for their misfortunes we always 
owe them pity. 

—FRANCOIS DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD 
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WIDOW BEDOTT TO ELDER SNIFFLES 
O Reverend sir, I do declare 

It drives me most to frenzy, 
To think of you a-lying there 
Down sick with influenzy. 

A body'd thought it was enough 
To mourn your wife's departer, 

Without sich trouble as this 'ere 
To come a-follerin' arter. 

But sickness and affliction 
Are sent by a wise creation, 

And always ought to be underwent 
By patience and resignation. 

O, I could to your bedside fly, 
And wipe your weeping eyes, 

And do my best to cure you up, 

If't wouldn't create surprise. 

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It's a world of trouble we tarry in, 

But, Elder, don't despair; 
That you may soon be movin' again 

Is constantly my prayer. 

Both sick and well, you may depend 

You'll never be forgot 
By your faithful and affectionate friend, 

Priscilla Pool Bedott. 

—FRANCES MIRIAM WHITCHER 








He surely has no future who is without 
friends to share it with him, and is wasting an 
existence meant to give him assurance. With 
this sentiment there comes every felicity into 
the breasts of those who partake of it. How 
large the dividend of delight ! how diffusive ! We 
are the richer for every outlay. 

—A. BRONSON ALCOTT 
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How often, when life's summer day 

Is waning, and its sun descends, 
Wisdom drives laughing wit away, 

And lovers shrivel into friends! 

—WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 








There are few things in which we deceive 
ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to 
entertain for our friends. It is little better than 
quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we 
please — that is, as they please or displease us. 
As long as we are in good-humor with them, we 
see nothing but their good qualities; but no 
sooner do they offend us than we rip up all their 
bad ones (which we before made a secret of 
even to ourselves) with double malice. 

—WILLIAM HAZLITT 
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THE NAME OF FRIEND 
It is a name 
Virtue can only answer to: could'st thou 
Unite into one all goodness whatsoe'er 
Mortality can boast of, thou shalt find 
The circle narrow-bounded to contain 
This swelling treasure; every good admits 
Degrees, but this being so good, it cannot; 
For he's no friend who is not superlative. 
Indulgent parent, brethren, kindred, tied 
By the natural flow of blood, alliances, 
And what you can imagine, is too light 
To weigh with name of friend: they execute 
At best but what a nature prompts them to: 
Are often less than friends when they remain 
Our kinsmen still: but friend is never lost. 

—JAMES SHIRLEY 

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The tide is rising, rising 

Out of the infinite sea; 
From ripple, to wave, to billow, 
Past beryl and gold and crimson, 
A prism of perfect splendor; 

What shall the white surf be? 

The sacred tide is rising, 

Rising for you and me. 
Defiant across the breaker, 
Wave unto wave must answer, 
The sea to the shore will follow; 

When shall the great flood be? 

The tide must turn falling, falling 

Back to the awful sea. 
Thus far shalt thou go, no farther. 
The color sinks to the shadow, 

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The paean sobs into silence, 
Where shall the ebb-line be? 

By the weeds left blazing, beating 
Like heart-throbs of the sea, 

By the law of the land and the ocean, 

By the Hand that holdeth the torrent, 

I summon the tide eternal 
To flow for you and me ! 

—ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS 








Pity and friendship are passions incompati- 
ble with each other; and it is impossible that 
both can reside in any breast, for the smallest 
space, without impairing each other. Friend- 
ship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is 
composed of sorrow and contempt; the mind 
may, for some time, fluctuate between them, but 
it can never entertain both at once. 

—OLIVER GOLDSMITH 

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The half-seen memories of childish days, 
When pains and pleasures lightly came and 

went; 
The sympathies of boyhood rashly spent 
In fearful wanderings through forbidden ways ; 
The vague, but manly wish to tread the maze 
Of life to noble ends, — whereon intent, 
Asking to know for what man here is sent, 
The bravest heart must often pause, and gaze; 
The firm resolve to seek the chosen end 
Of manhood's judgment, cautious and mature, — 
Each of these viewless bonds binds friend to 

friend 
With strength no selfish purpose can secure: 
My happy lot is this, that all attend 
That friendship which first came, and which shall 

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How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits 
Honor and wealth, with all his worth and 
pains ! 
It seems a story from the world of spirits 
When any man obtains that which he merits, 
Or any merits that which he obtains. 

For shame, my friend ! renounce this idle strain ! 
What wouldst thou have a good great man ob- 
tain? 
Wealth, title, dignity, a golden chain, 
Or heap of corses which his sword hath slain? 
Goodness and greatness are not means, but ends. 

Hath he not always treasures, always friends, — 
The good great man? Three treasures, — love, 
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And three fast friends, more sure than day or 
night, — 
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death. 

—SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 








We speak of "choosing" friends, of "mak- 
ing" friends, of "keeping" or of "giving up" 
friends; and if such terms were wholly true, the 
old advice were good: In friend-making first 
consult the gods! Jesus, it is said, prayed all 
the night before He chose His twelve. But the 
words are not all true; friendship is at most but 
half "made," the other half is born. What we 
can chiefly "choose" and "make" is, not the 
friend, but opportunity for contact. When the 
contact happens, something higher than our will 
chooses for us. — william c. gannett 

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THE ROYAL GUEST 

They tell me I am shrewd with other men ; 

With thee I'm slow, and difficult of speech. 
With others I may guide the car of talk: 

Thou wing'st it oft to realms beyond my reach. 

If other guests should come, I'd deck my hair, 
And choose my newest garment from the shelf ; 

When thou art bidden, I would clothe my heart 
With holiest purpose, as for God himself. 

For them I while the hours with tale or song, 
Or web of fancy, fringed with careless rhyme ; 

But how to find a fitting lay for thee, 

Who hast the harmonies of every time? 

O friend beloved! I sit apart and dumb, — 
Sometimes in sorrow, oft in joy divine; 

My lip will falter, but my prisoned heart 

Springs forth to measure its faint pulse with 

thine. 

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Thou art to me most like a royal guest, 

Whose travels bring him to some lowly roof, 

Where simple rustics spread their festal fare, 
And blushing, own it is not good enough. 

Bethink thee, then, whene'er thou com'st to me, 
From high emprise and noble toil to rest, 

My thoughts are weak and trivial, matched with 
thine ; 
But the poor mansion offers thee its best. 

—JULIA WARD HOWE 








There must be in friendship something to 
distinguish it from a companion and a country- 
man, from a schoolfellow or a gossip, from a 
sweetheart or a fellow-traveller: friendship may 
look in at any one of these doors, but it stays not 
anywhere till it come to be the best thing in the 

world. —JEREMY TAYLOR 

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Guardian Angel! Patron Saint! 
You, who have cared for me: 

You, who have borne with all my plaints 
So patiently! 

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God grant through you, each friend 

Be mine within Eternal Day, 
World without end. 

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Poor powerless Sorrow ! Helpless Death ! 

Think they to worst me in the end? 
Come when they will, my Faith still saith: 

I face them with a single friend. 

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Were I alone, I could not fight 

The imperious Powers: I should but fear, 
And tremble in the lonely night, 

With never a friend of all friends near. 

But in the eyes of every friend, 
Voice, or the holding of his hand, 

I learn, how love can never end: 
Oh, Heart of God! I understand. 

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The haunting hopes, the perfect dreams, 

The visionary joys, that fill 
Mine heart with sudden gracious gleams: 

Through friendship they grow clearer still. 

Each friend possesses, each betrays, 
Some secret of the eternal things: 

Each one has walked celestial ways, 
And held celestial communings. 
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The smiles upon their lips are bright 
With beauty from the Face of God: 

Their eyes keep something of that Light, 
Which knows nor pause, nor period. 

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O Patron Saints of all my friends! 

Guardian Angels of them all! 
With them begins, with them still ends, 

My prayer's most passionate call. 

You know my voice: you know their names, 
That wing so its least selfish tone 

Across your white celestial flames, 
And up to the White Throne. 

Heaven were not Heaven, and they not there; 
Heaven were not Heaven, my friends away: 
O. Saints and Angels! hear the prayer, 

1 pray you every day. 

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Friends . . old friends . . . 
One sees how it ends. 
A woman looks 
■ Or a man tells lies, 
And the pleasant brooks 

And the quiet skies, 
Ruined with brawling 
And caterwauling, 
Enchant no more 
As they did before. 
And so it ends with friends. 

Friends . . old friends . . «, 
And what if it ends? 
Shall we dare to shirk 

What we live to learn? 
It has done its work, 

It has served its turn; 

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And, forgive and forget 
Or hanker and fret, 
We can be no more 
As we were before. 
When it ends, it ends 
With friends. 

Friends . . old friends . . . 
So it breaks, so it ends. 
There let it rest! 

It has fought and won, 
And is still the best 

That either has done. 
Each as he stands 
The work of its hands, 
Which shall be more 
As he was before? . . . 
What is it ends with friends? 

—WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY 

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It is a good and safe rule to sojourn in 
every place as if you meant to spend your life 
there, never omitting an opportunity of doing a 
kindness, or speaking a true word, or making 
a friend. — john ruskin 



If we would build on a sure foundation in 
friendship, we must love our friends for their 
sakes rather than for our own. 

—CHARLOTTE BRONTE 



Friendship takes place between those who 
have an affinity for one another, and is a per- 
fectly natural and inevitable result. No pro- 
fessions nor advances will avail. 

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A LIFE'S LOVE 

I loved him in my dawning years — 

Far years, divinely dim; 
My blithest smiles, my saddest tears, 

Were evermore for him. 
My dreaming when the day began, 

The latest thought I had, 
Was still some little loving plan 

To make my darling glad. 

They deemed he lacked the conquering wiles, 

That other children wear; 
To me his face, in frowns or smiles, 

Was never aught but fair. 
They said that self was all his goal, 

He knew no thought beyond; 
To me, I know, no living soul 

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In love's eclipse, in friendship's dearth, 

In grief and feud and bale, 
My heart has learnt the sacred worth 

Of one that cannot fail; 
And come what must, and come what may, 

Nor power, nor praise, nor pelf, 
Shall lure my faith from thee to stray, 

My sweet, my own — Myself. 

—ANONYMOUS 








There are three friendships which are ad- 
vantageous, and three which are injurious: 
Friendship with the upright, friendship with the 
sincere, and friendship with the man of much 
observation; these are advantageous. Friend- 
ship with the man of specious airs, friendship 
with the insinuatingly soft, and friendship with 
the glib-tongued ; these are injurious. 

—CONFUCIUS 

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Go forth in life, oh friend, not seeking love; 

A mendicant that with imploring eye 

And outstretched hand asks of the passer-by 
The alms his strong necessities may move. 
For such poor love, to pity near allied, 

Thy generous spirit should not stoop and wait, 
A suppliant, whose prayer may be denied, 

Like a spurned beggar's at a palace gate. 
But thy heart's affluence lavish uncontrolled; 

The largess of thy love give full and free, 
As monarchs in their progress scatter gold; 

And be thy heart like the exhaustless sea 
That must its wealth of cloud and dew bestow 
Through tributary streams or ebb or flow. 

—ANNE C. L. BOTTA 








Friendship is the greatest luxury of life. 

—EDWARD EVERETT HALE 
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HAST 

Give freely to the friend thou hast; 

Unto thyself thou givest: 
On barren soil thou canst not cast, 

For by his life thou livest. 

Nay, this alone doth trouble me — 
That I should still be giving 

Through him unto myself, when he 
Is love within me living. 

I fain would give to him alone, 
Nor let him guess the giver; 

Like dews that drop on hills unknown, 
To feed a lordly river. 

—JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS 
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He may have faults; and bad ones, too; 

He may not be our peer; 
But old regime or parvenu, 

We hold his presence dear: 
And when he's dead and passed away, 

His virtues will survive — 
God bless the friend, who's prompt to lend 

His quick and ready "five !" 

With thankful words we clasp his hand; 

Delighted through and through; 
As with a smile serene and bland, 

He scorns our I. O. U. 
"Oh, no, my boy, your word's enough!" 

Our drooping hopes revive — 
God bless the friend, who's prompt to lend 

His quick and ready "five!" 

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It's not the sordid paltry coin, 

It is the pleasing sense 
That here, at least, two spirits join 

In tender confidence. 
We know he'll "part:" he knows we'll pay, 

"As sure as we're alive!" 
God bless the friend, who's prompt to lend 

His quick and ready "five!" 

—HARRY ROMAINE 








How were Friendship possible? In mutual 
devotedness to the Good and True: otherwise 
impossible, except as Armed Neutrality, or hol- 
low Commercial League. A man, be the Heav- 
ens ever praised, is sufficient for himself; yet 
were ten men, united in Love, capable of being 
and of doing what ten thousand singly would 
fail in. Infinite is the help man can yield to 
man. — thomas carlyle 

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LIKE THE NEW FRIENDS BEST 

Don't talk to me of old-time friends, 

But jes' give me the new. 

The old friends may be good enough, 

But somehow they won't do. 

I don't care for their old-time ways; 

Their questions you'll allow 

Are soulless as a parrot's gab: — 

"Well, what you up to now?" 

That's one thing I've agin 'em, 

'Course that with all the rest, 

Like hintin' 'bout some old-time debt; 

I like my new friends best. 

I meet an old friend in the street, 
As oftentimes I do, 
Mechanically he stops to shake 
An' say: "Well, how are you?" 
Then drawin' down his face, as if 

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His cheeks was filled with lead, 

He says: "I s'pose you've heard the news?" 

"No!" "Eli Stubbs is dead. 

An' 'fore he died he ast for you — 

Seemed sorry you was gone, 

An' said 'at what he'd let you have 

He hoped would help you on." 

Now that's why I don't like 'em much, 

You prob'bly might have guessed. 

I ain't got much agin 'em, but 

I like the new friends best. 

Old friends are most too homelike now, 
They know your age, and when 
You got expelled from school, and lots 
Of other things, an' then 
They 'member when you shivered 
The town an' broke the lights 
Out of the school 'nen run away 
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There is nothing else so attractive in friend- 








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is precious. We cool toward one whose help we 










no longer need — unless we are politic enough to 










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When Psyche's friend becomes her lover, 

How sweetly these conditions blend! 
But, oh, what anguish to discover 

Her lover has become — her friend! 

—MARY AIGNE DE VERE 








There is, after all, something in these trifles 
that friends bestow upon each other, which is an 
unfailing indication of the place the giver holds 
in the affections. I would believe that one who 
preserves a lock of hair, a simple flower, or any 
trifle of my bestowing, loved me, though no 
show was made of it; while all the protestations 
in the world would not win my confidence in 
one who sets no value on such little things, 
trifles they may be; but it is by such that char- 
acter and disposition are oftenest revealed. 

—WASHINGTON IRVING 
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DOLCE FAR NIENTE 

My friend, my chum, my trusty crony ! 

We are designed, it seems to me, 
To be two happy lazzaroni, 
On sunshine fed, and macaroni, 

Far off by some Sicilian sea. 

From dawn to eve in the happy land, 

No duty on us but to lie — 
Straw-hatted on the shining sand, 
With bronzing chest and arm and hand — 

Beneath the blue Italian sky. 

There, with the mountains idly glassing 

Their purple splendors in the sea— 
To watch the white-winged vessels passing 
(Fortunes for busier fools amassing), 
This were a heaven to you and me. 

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Our meerschaums coloring cloudy brown, 
Two young girls coloring with a blush, 
The blue waves with a silver crown, 
The mountain shadows dropping down, 
And all the air in perfect hush. 

Thus should we lie in the happy land, 

Nor fame, nor power, nor fortune miss; 
Straw-hatted on the shining sand, 
With bronzing chest and arm and hand, — 
Two loafers couched in perfect bliss. 

—ANONYMOUS 








Some of the firmest friendships have been 
contracted between persons of different disposi- 
tions, the mind being often pleased with those 
perfections which are new to it, and which it 
does not find among its own accomplishments. 

— BUDGELL 

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HEART 

Commend me to that generous heart 

Which, like the pine on high, 
Uplifts the same unvarying brow 

To every change of sky; 
Whose friendship does not fade away 

When wintry tempests blow, 
But, like the winter's icy crown, 

Looks greener through the snow. 

—ANONYMOUS 



A generous friendship no cold medium knows, 
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows. 

—ALEXANDER POPE 



Friendships are built on an understanding, 
while enmities are simply a lack of understand- 
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THE MEMORY OF THE HEART 

If stores of dry and learned lore we gain, 

We keep them in the memory of the brain; 

Names, things, and facts, — whate'er we knowl- 
edge call, — 

There is the common ledger for them all; 

And images on this cold surface traced 

Make slight impression, and are soon effaced. 

But we've a page more glowing and more 
bright, 

On which our friendship and our love to write ; 

That these may never from the soul depart, 

We trust them to the memory of the heart. 

There is no dimming, no effacement there; 

Each new pulsation keeps the record clear; 

Warm, golden letters all the tablet fill, 

Nor lose their lustre till the heart stands still. 

—DANIEL WEBSTER 
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I loved him as we only love one friend. 
Through life we walked, in all things side by 

side. 
He shared with all men both their joy and care; 

And living so, he died: 
Like common mortals, met the common end. 
The world has lost a man it ill could spare; 
And I have lost a friend. 

—JAMES G. BURNETT 








Friendship is a word, the very sight of which 








in print makes the heart warm. 










—AUGUSTINE BIRRELL 








Friendship that flows from the heart can- 








not be frozen by adversity, as the water that 










flows from the spring cannot congeal in winter. 










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We have been friends until to-night; 

For years we have been friends; 
Sweet were the days and swift their flight, 

But now that friendship ends. 

'Tis gone ! Let not a tear-drop roll, — 
'Tis gone, though born above . . . 

No more my friend, but, by my soul 
Thou shalt be now my love! 

—LLOYD MIFFLIN 








There is in friendship something of all rela- 
tions, and something above them all. It is the 
golden thread that ties the hearts of all the 

WOr ^' —JOHN EVELYN 

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BEN BOLT 
Oh! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, 

Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown, 
Who wept with delight when you gave her a 
smile, 

And trembled with fear at your frown? 
In the old church-yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, 

In a corner obscure and alone; 
They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, 

And sweet Alice lies under the stone. 

Under the hickory tree, Ben Bolt, 

Which stood at the foot of the hill, 
Together we've lain in the noon-day shade, 

And listened to Appleton's mill. 
The mill-wheel has fallen to pieces, Ben Bolt, 

The rafters have tumbled in, [gaze, 
And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you 

Has followed the olden din. 
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And don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, 

With the master so kind and so true, 
And the shaded nook by the running brook, 

Where the fairest wild-flowers grew? 
Grass grows on the master's grave, Ben Bolt, 

The spring of the brook is dry, 
And of all the boys who were schoolmates then, 

There are only you and I. 

There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt, 

They have changed from the old to the new, 
But I feel in the depths of my spirit the truth, 

There never was change in you. 
Twelve months, twenty have passed, Ben Bolt, 

Since first we were friends — yet I hail 
Thy presence a blessing, thy friendship a truth, 

Ben Bolt of the salt sea gale. 

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BILL AND JOE 

Come, dear old comrade, you and I 
Will steal an hour from days gone by, — 
The shining days when life was new, 
And all was bright as morning dew, — 
The lusty days of long ago, 
When you were Bill and I was Joe. 

Your name may flaunt a titled trail, 
Proud as a cockerel's rainbow tail; 
And mine as brief appendix wear 
As Tarn O'Shanter's luckless mare; 
To-day, old friend, remember still 
That I am Joe and you are Bill. 

You've won the great world's envied prize, 
And grand you look in people's eyes 
With HON. and L L. D. 
In big brave letters, fair to see, — 
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How are you, Bill? How are you, Joe? 

You've worn the judge's ermined robe; 
You've taught your name to half the globe ; 
You've sung mankind a deathless strain; 
You've made the dead past live again: 
The world may call you what it will, 
But you and I are Joe and Bill. 

The chaffing young folks stare and say, 
"See those old buffers, bent and gray; 
They talk like fellows in their teens! 
Mad, poor old boys ! That's what it means, 
And shake their heads ; they little know 
The throbbing hearts of Bill and Joe! 

How Bill forgets his hour of pride, 
While Joe sits smiling at his side; 
How Joe, in spite of time's disguise, 

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Finds the old schoolmate in his eyes, — 
Those calm, stern eyes that melt and fill 
As Joe looks fondly up at Bill. 

Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame? 

A fitful tongue of leaping flame; 

A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust, 

That lifts a pinch of mortal dust: 

A few swift years, and who can show 

Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe? 

The weary idol takes his stand, 
Holds out his bruised and aching hand, 
While gaping thousands come and go, — 
How vain it seems, this empty show! 
Till all at once his pulses thrill, 
'Tis poor old Joe's "God bless you, Bill!" 

And shall we breathe in happier spheres 
The names that pleased our mortal ears, — 

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In some sweet lull of harp and song, 
For earth-born spirits none too long, — 
Just whispering of the world below, 
Where this was Bill, and that was Joe? 

No matter; while our home is here 
No sounding name is half so dear; 
When fades at length our lingering day, 
Who cares what pompous tombstones say? 
Read on the hearts that love us still, 
Hie jacet Joe. Hie jacet Bill. 

—OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES 








Esteem of great powers, or amiable qualities 
newly discovered, may embroider a day or week, 
but a friendship of twenty years is interwoven 
with the texture of life. A friend may be found 
and lost, but an old friend never can be found, 
and nature has provided that he cannot easily be 

lost. —SAMUEL JOHNSON 

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A kindred taste in books — the better kind, 
A love for humor — of an honest vein, 
A turn for talk, for verses, and a strain 

Of Scottish blood ; last, but not least to mind, 

A joy in vain debate; all these combined 

Have made us young together — spite the score 
Of years you rank me, and the little more 

Of gray above a brow no deeper lined. 

But to keep young together — how solve this? 

Who reads the riddle never need grow old: 
To leave the heart unlocked, that naught in vain, 
So it be worthy — yes, though it be pain — 
Shall seek the door : old friend, I cannot miss 

The simple answer, by your own life told! 

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I had a friend; — in happy hour 
We vowed beneath the almond flower 
To tread one path; — there came a day 
(Was the fault mine?) — he missed the way. 
Ah, well-a-day! 

I had a friend; — 'neath cloudy skies 
I saw the sunshine in his eyes 
And deemed it constant; — came a night 
(Was the fault his?) — the dark was light 
To the eyes' night. 

I had a friend; — his heart was pure, 
Strong was his arm, his spirit sure; 
We loved as friends do; — well-a-day! 
I only know — we missed the way. 
Whose fault, I pray? 

—GRACE ELLERY CHANNING 
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought 
I summon up remembrance of things past, 
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, 
And with old woes new wail my dear time's 
waste : 
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, 
For precious friends hid in death's dateless 
night, 
And weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe, 
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd 
sight: 
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, 

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er 
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, 
Which I now pay as if not paid before: 

But if the while I think of thee, dear friend, 
All losses are restored, and sorrows end. 

—SHAKESPEARE 

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Dear old comrades, gone forever, 

With your wealth of brilliant fun, 
All of you so bright and clever, 

How I loved you every one! 

Here are two remembered faces, 
In my album, old and worn; 

As I gaze fond memory paces 
Over life's bright early morn. 

This one with his chin all hairless, 
That with quite a Rabbi's growth; 

Such companions, cheerful, careless, 
How I dearly loved them both! 

O! those pleasant days long vanished, 
Passed away I know not how! 

Like an exile I am banished 
To the gloomy land called "Now." 
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Then with mirth our eyes would glisten 
As the chimes at midnight rang; 

Now I often toss, and listen 

To those chimes with many a pang. 

We were very far from wealthy, 
Save in song and fancies bright; 

What cared we — young, hopeful, healthy — 
That our purses might be light? 

Maidens then smiled sweetly on us, 
Kissed us — what divinest bliss! 

Is there aught in wealth and honours 
Equal to a woman's kiss? 

On my head the grey is scattered — 

Once an auburn richly deep — 
And my smooth face worn and battered, 

And my friends gone — I could weep. 

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Well! 'tis useless this repining, 

Baneful all this weight of thought; 

Now, as 'tis the hour of dining, 
Let me broach the crusted port. 

Almost run the weary race is, 
Dim and dimmer grows the light, 

Close the album with those faces, 

Fare-thee-well, old friends — Good-night! 

—ARTHUR PATCHETT MARTIN 








The comfort of having a friend may be taken 
away, but not that of having had one. 

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sacred to them all through their friendship, all 
the more sacred as their friendship deepens and 

grOWS Old. —PHILLIPS BROOKS 

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Sparkling and bright in liquid light, 

Does the wine our goblets gleam in; 
With hue as red as the rosy bed 

Which a bee would choose to dream in. 
Then fill to-night, with hearts as light, 

To loves as gay and fleeting 
As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, 
And break on the lips while meeting. 

Oh! if Mirth might arrest the flight 

Of Time through Life's dominions, 
We here a while would now beguile 
The graybeard of his pinions, 
To drink to-night, with hearts as light, 

To loves as gay and fleeting 
As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, 
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But since Delight can't tempt the wight, 

Nor fond Regret delay him, 
Nor Love himself can hold the elf, 
Nor sober Friendship stay him, 
We'll drink to-night, with hearts as light, 

To loves as gay and fleeting 
As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, 
And break on the lips while meeting. 

—CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN 








There is a magic in the memory of school- 
boy friendships; it softens the heart, and even 
affects the nervous system of those who have 
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sight, but it is rare. 

— KATHERINE E. CONWAY 

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WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER 

We have been friends together 

In sunshine and in shade, 
Since first beneath the chestnut-tree 

In infancy we played. 
But coldness dwells within thy heart, 

A cloud is on thy brow; 
We have been friends together, 

Shall a light word part us now? 

We have been gay together; 

We have laughed at little jests; 
For the fount of hope was gushing 

Warm and joyous in our breasts. 
But laughter now hath fled thy lip, 

And sullen glooms thy brow; 
We have been gay together, 

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We have been sad together; 

We have wept with bitter tears , 
O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered 

The hopes of early years. 
The voices which were silent then 

Would bid thee clear thy brow; 
We have been sad together, 

Shall a light word part us now? 

—CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON 








We ought never to contract friendship but 
with a degree of folly which we can deceive, for 
I hope my friends will pardon me when I de- 
clare I know none of them without a fault, and 
I should be sorry if I could imagine I had any 
friend who could not see mine. Forgiveness of 
this kind we give and demand in turn. It is an 
exercise of friendship, and perhaps none of the 
least pleasant. —henry fielding 
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We sat within the farm-house old, 

Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, 

Gave to the sea-breeze, damp and cold, 
An easy entrance, night and day. 

Not far away we saw the port, 

The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, 

The light-house, the dismantled fort, 
The wooden houses, quaint and brown. 

We sat and talked until the night, 
Descending, filled the little room; 

Our faces faded from the sight, 
Our voices only broke the gloom. 

We spake of many a vanished scene, 
Of what we once had thought and said, 

Of what had been, and might have been, 
And who was changed, and who was dead. 

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And all that fills the hearts of friends, 
When first they feel, with secret pain, 

Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, 
And never can be one again. 

The first slight swerving of the heart, 
That words are powerless to express, 

And leave it still unsaid in part, 
Or say it in too great excess. 

The very tones in which we spake 

Had something strange, I could but mark; 

The leaves of memory seemed to make 
A mournful rustling in the dark. 

Oft died the words upon our lips, 

As suddenly, from out the fire 
Built of the wreck of stranded ships, 

The flames would leap and then expire. 

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And, as their splendor flashed and failed, 
We thought of wrecks upon the main, 

Of ships dismasted, that were hailed, 
And sent no answer back again. 

The windows, rattling in their frames, 
The ocean roaring up the beach, 

The gusty blast, the bickering flames, 
All mingled vaguely in our speech. 

Until they made themselves a part 
Of fancies floating through the brain, 

The long-lost ventures of the heart, 
That send no answers back again. 

Oh flames that glowed ! Oh hearts that yearned ! 

They were indeed too much akin; 
The drift-wood fire without that burned, 

The thoughts that burned and glowed within. 

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A LEGACY 

Friend of my many years! 
When the great silence falls, at last, on me, 
Let me not leave, to pain and sadden thee, 

A memory of tears, 

But pleasant thoughts alone 
Of one who was thy friendship's honored guest 
And drank the wine of consolation pressed 

From sorrows of thy own. 

I leave with thee a sense 
Of hands upheld and trials rendered less — 
The unselfish joy which is to helpfulness 

Its own great recompense. 

The knowledge that from thine, 
As from the garments of the Master, stole 
Calmness and strength, and virtue which 
makes whole 
And heals without a sign. 
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Yea more, the assurance strong 
That love, which fails of perfect utterance here, 
Lives on to fill the heavenly atmosphere 

With its immortal song. 

—JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 








Cultivate, kindly reader, those friendships 
of your youth; it is only in that generous time 
that they are formed. How different the inti- 
macies of after days are, and how much weaker 
the grasp of your own hand after it has been 
shaken in twenty years' commerce with the 
world, and has squeezed and dropped a thou- 
sand equally careless palms. As you can sel- 
dom fashion your tongue to speak a new lan- 
guage after twenty, the heart refuses to receive 
friendships pretty soon; it gets too hard to yield 
to the impression. 

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MY DEAD FRIEND 

Adown the vale of Life together 

We walked in spring and winter weather, 

When days were dim, when days were bright; 
My friend of whom God's will bereft me, 
Whose kind, congenial spirit left me 

And went forth in the Unknown Night. 

I saw his step grow more invalid, 
I saw his cheek grow pallid — pallid, 

And wither like a dying rose; 
Until, at length, being all too weary 
For Life's rude scenes and places dreary, 

He bade farewell to friends and foes. 

This is his grave. The Spring with flowers 
Bestrews it in the morning hours, 

Her rarest roses o'er him bowed; 
And Summer pauses to deplore him, 
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And weeping Winter arches o'er him 
Her solemn drapery of cloud. 

He was not faultless. God, who gave him 
Life, and Christ, who died to save him, 

Sent Sorrow, wherewith he was tried; 
And if, as I who loved him name him, 
There should be heard a voice to blame him, 

May we not answer, "Christ hath died?" 

Ah, verily! ... I fancy often 
I see his kindly features soften, — 

I mark his melting eyes grow dim, 
While Hunger, with its pained appealing, 
Its want and woe and grief revealing, 

Stretched its imploring palms to him. 

He cannot answer now. He never, 
In all the dim, vast, deep Forever, 
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Shall speak with human words again. 
He cannot hear the song-birds calling; 
He cannot feel the Spring dews falling, 

Nor sigh when Winter winds complain. 

Deep is his sleep. He would not waken 
Though earth were to her centre shaken 

By the loud thunders of a God. 
Though the strong sea, by tempest driven, 
With wailing waves rock earth and heaven, 

He would not answer from the sod. 

So be it, friend! A little while hence, 
And in the dear, deep, dreamless silence 

We too shall share thy couch of rest. 
When we have trod Life's pathways dreary, 
Kind Death will take the hands grown weary, 

And gently fold them o'er the breast. 

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Sleep on, dear friend! No marble column 
Gleams in the lights and shadows solemn, 

Over the grasses on thy grave; 
But flowers bloom there — the roses love thee; 
And the tall oaks that tower above thee, 

Their broad, green banners o'er thee wave. 

Sleep, while the weary years are flying ; 
While men are born, while men are dying! 

Sleep on thy curtained couch of sod! 
Thine be the rest which Christ hath given, 
Thine be the Christian's hope of Heaven; 

Thine be the perfect peace of God! 

—FRANK L. STANTON 








He is happy that hath a true friend at his 
need; but he is more truly happy that hath no 
need of his friend. -Warwick 

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AULD LANG SYNE 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 

And never brought to min'? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 

And days of a' lang syne? 

For auld lang syne, my dear, 

For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 

For auld lang syne. 

We twa hae run about the braes, 

And pu'd the gowans fine; 
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot, 

Sin auld lang syne. 

For auld lang syne, my dear, 

For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 

For auld lang syne. 

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We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, 

From mornin' sun till dine; 
But seas between us braid hae roar'd, 

Sin auld lang syne. 

For auld lang syne, my dear, 

For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 

For auld lang syne. 

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, 

And gi'es a hand o' thine; 
And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught, 

For auld lang syne. 

For auld lang syne, my dear, 

For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 

For auld lang syne. 

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And surely ye'll be your pint stoup, 

And surely I'll be mine; 
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 

For auld lang syne. 

For auld lang syne, my dear, 

For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 

For auld lang syne. 

—ROBERT BURNS 








In the hour of distress and misery, the eye 
of every mortal turns to friendship; in the hour 
of gladness and conviviality, what is our want? 
It is friendship. When the heart overflows with 
gratitude, or with any other sweet and sacred 
sentiment, what is the word to which it would 
give utterance? A friend. 

—WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 
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BALLADE OF OLD DAYS 

There's a song in my heart for the days that are 
gone; 
O ! the merry, mad days of the yesternight, 
When we drank to success with our cares in 
pawn, 
When our purses were lean and our hearts 
were light — 
No regret for to-day, with to-morrow in sight, 
And no thought of to-morrow because 'twas 
to-day. 
Can you tell me, my friends, are we happy, quite, 
When our purses are fat and our hearts decay? 

They were careless old days, and they ended 
with dawn, 
And perhaps you remember, when panes were 
white 

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With the snow that had drifted, when curtains 
were drawn, 
When our purses were lean and our hearts 
were light, 
That we caviled with Time, and denied him the 
right 
To remind us that hours were slipping away. 
Does the picture, my friends, our smug con- 
sciences smite, 
When our purses are fat and our hearts decay? 

Then a friend was a friend ; both the wit and the 
brawn 
Were at play in defence of a comrade's fight, 
And the song that we sang was the song of the 
swan, 
When our purses were lean and our hearts 
were light. 

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O ! my friends of the past, are there any to-night 

Who would honor a friend without thinking 

of pay? 

Is there one of us left who would give of his 

might, 

When our purses are fat and our hearts decay? 

L'ENVOI 

There's a song in my heart that began its flight 
When our purses were lean and our hearts 
were light, 

But my muse is a-tremble, and says me nay — 
When our purses are fat and our hearts decay. 

— S. SCOTT STINSON 








Wish thy friend joy of his journey, but pray 
in secret that he have no joy, for then may he 
return quickly to thee. _ EGYPTIAN proverb 

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THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE 

A street there is in Paris famous, 

For which no rhyme our language yields, 
Rue Neuve des petits Champs its name is — 

The New Street of the Little Fields; 
And there's an inn, not rich and splendid, 

But still in comfortable case, 
The which in youth I oft attended, 

To eat a bowl of Bouillabaisse. 

This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is — 

A sort of soup, or broth, or brew, 
Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes, 

That Greenwich never could outdo; 
Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron, 

Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace; 
All these you eat at Terre's tavern, 

In that one dish of Bouillabaisse. 

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And true philosophers, methinks, 
Who love all sorts of natural beauties, 

Should love good victuals and good drinks. 
And Cordelier or Benedictine 

Might gladly, sure, his lot embrace, 
Nor find a fast-day too afflicting, 

Which served him up a Bouillabaisse. 

I wonder if the house still there is? 

Yes, here the lamp is as before; 
The smiling, red-cheeked ecaillere is 

Still opening oysters at the door. 
Is Terre still alive and able? 

I recollect his droll grimace; 
He'd come and smile before your table, 

And hoped you liked your Bouillabaisse. 

We enter; nothing's changed or older. 
"How's Monsieur Terre, waiter, pray?" 

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The waiter stares and shrugs his shoulders; 

"Monsieur is dead this many a day." 
"It is the lot of saint and sinner. 

So honest Terre's run his race?" 
"What will Monsieur require for dinner?" 

"Say, do you still cook Bouillabaisse?" 

"Oh, oui, Monsieur," 's the waiter's answer; 

"Quel vin Monsieur desire-t-il?" 
"Tell me a good one." "That I can, sir; 

The Chambertin with yellow seal." 
"So Terre's gone," I say, and sink in 

My old accustomed corner-place; 
"He's done with feasting and with drinking, 

With Burgundy and Bouillabaisse." 

My old accustomed corner here is, 

The table still is in the nook; 
Ah! vanished many a busy year is, 

This well-known chair since last I took, 
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When first I saw ye, Cari luoghi, 
I'd scarce a beard upon my face, 

And now a grizzled, grim old fogy, 
I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse. 

Where are you, old companions trusty 

Of early days, here met to dine? 
Come, waiter! quick, a flagon crusty — 

I'll pledge them in the good old wine. 
The kind old voices and old faces 

My memory can quick retrace; 
Around the board they take their places, 

And share the wine and Bouillabaisse. 

There's Jack has made a wondrous marriage; 

There's laughing Tom is laughing yet; 
There's brave Augustus drives his carriage ; 

There's poor old Fred in the Gazette; 
On James's head the grass is growing; 

Good Lord! the world has wagged apace 

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Since here we set the Claret flowing, 
And drank, and ate the Bouillabaisse. 

Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! 

I mind me of a time that's gone, 
When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, 

In this same place — but not alone. 
A fair young form was nestled near me, 

A dear, dear face looked fondly up, 
And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me. 

— There's no one now to share my cup. 

Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it 

In memory of dear old times. 
Welcome the wine, whate'er the seal is; 

And sit you down and say your grace 
With thankful heart, whate'er the meal is. 

— Here comes the smoking Bouillabaisse! 

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THE VALE OF AVOCA 

There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet 
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters 

meet; 
O, the last ray of feeling and life must depart 
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my 

heart ! 

Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the 

scene 
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 
'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, — 
O, no! it was something more exquisite still. 

'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, 

were near, 
Who made every dear scene of enchantment 

more dear, 

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And who felt how the best charms of nature im- 
prove, 

When we see them reflected from looks that we 
love. 

Sweet Vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest 
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love 

best; 
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world 

should cease, 
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in 

peace. 

—THOMAS MOORE 








Although a friend may remain faithful in 
misfortune, yet none but the very best and 
loftiest will remain faithful to us after our errors 
and our sins. _ F w FARRAR 

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Hal had a plot of garden-ground, 

And when his work was done, 
He loved to sit beneath the trees, 

And watch the setting sun. 
And thither came the friends he loved, — 

'Twas Tom, and Dick, and Ben; 
Quoth Hal, "We've oft been happy here, — 

And so we shall again! 

"No store have we of worldly wealth, 

But we are sages all; 
And if our fortunes are not great, 

Our wishes are but small. 
When we began to earn our bread, 

Our years were four and ten, 
And since that day we've paid our way, — 

And so we shall again! 

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"We never hide the truth we feel, 

To flatter rich or poor ; 
And stoutly bear, as men should do, 

The griefs we cannot cure. 
And if like others we have erred, 

Or stumbled now and then, 
We've always held our heads erect, 

And so we shall again! 

"With cheerful hearts we've plodded on, 

Through many a stormy day; 
Enjoyed the light, and loved the right, 

And plucked the flowers of May. 
We've done our best, and hoped the rest, 

Though poor, yet honest men; 
And always found our pathway clear, 

And so we shall again!" 

—CHARLES MACKAY 

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THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES 

I have had playmates, I have had companions, 
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school- 
days; 
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 

I have been laughing, I have been carousing, 
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cro- 
nies; 
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 

I loved a love once, fairest among women; 
Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her; 
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man; 
Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly, 
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Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my child- 
hood. 
Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, 
Seeking to find the old familiar faces. 

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, 
Why wert thou not born in my father's dwell- 
ing? 
So might we talk of the old familiar faces — 

How some they have died, and some they have 

left me, 
And some are taken from me; all are departed, 
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces! 

—CHARLES LAMB 








There is nothing so great that I fear to do 
for my friend, nor nothing so small that I will 
disdain to do for him. __ SIR pHILIp SIDNEy 

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Old wine to Brink, old wood to burn, old books to read, and 
old friends to converse with. 

Old wine to drink! — 

Ay, give me the slippery juice 
That drippeth from the grape thrown loose 

Within the tun ; 
Plucked from beneath the cliff 
Of sunny-sided Teneriffe, 
And ripened 'neath the blink 

Of India's sun! 

Peat whiskey hot, 
Tempered with well-boiled water! 
These make the long night shorter, — 

Forgetting not 
Good stout old English porter. 

Old wood to burn! — 
Ay, bring the hill-side beech 
From where the owlets meet and screech, 
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And ravens croak; 
The crackling pine, and cedar sweet; 
Bring too a clump of fragrant peat, 
Dug 'neath the fern; 

The knotted oak, 

A faggot too, perhap 
Whose bright flame, dancing, winking, 
Shall light us at our drinking; 

While the oozing sap 
Shall make sweet music to our thinking. 

Old books to read! — 
Ay, bring those modes of wit, 
The brazen-clasped, the vellum writ, 

Time-honored tomes! 
The same my sire scanned before, 
The same my grandsire thumbed o'er, 
The same his sire from college bore, 

The well-earned meed 

Of Oxford's domes: 

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Old Homer blind, 
Old Horace, rake Anacreon, by 
Old Tully, Plautus, Terence lie; 
Mort Arthur's olden minstrelsie, 
Quaint Burton, quainter Spencer, ay! 
And Gervase Markham's venerie — 

Nor leave behind 
Thy Holye Book by which we live and die. 

Old friends to talk!— 
Ay, bring those chosen few, 
The wise, the courtly, and the true, 

So rarely found; 
Him for my wine, him for my stud, 
Him for my easel, distich, bud 

In mountain walk! 
Bring Walter good: 
With soulful Fred; and learned Will, 
And thee, my alter ego (dearer still 

For every word.) 

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The richest yield of friendship 

Is trustfulness complete, 
Wherein is thought ne'er hidden 

In prudent, far retreat, 

But in the simple language 

Of loyal brotherhood 
It speaks in touch or glances 

So certain understood. 

—CAROLINE EDWARDS PRENTISS 








When it was suggested to John that he was 
being transcended by Jesus, his glad answer was : 
"He that hath the bride is the bridegroom: but 
the friend of the bridegroom, which standeth and 
heareth him, rejoiceth greatly because of the 
bridegroom's voice." 

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Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! 
Sweet'ner of life ! and solder of society ! 
I owe thee much. Thou hast deserv'd of me, 
Far, far beyond whatever I can pay: 
Oft have I proved the labours of thy love, 
And the warm efforts of thy gentle heart, 
Anxious to please. Oh, when my friend and I 
In some thick wood have wander'd heedless 

on, 
Hid from the vulgar eye, and sat us down 
Upon the sloping cowslip-covered bank, 
Where the pure limpid stream has slid along. 
In grateful errors through the underwood, 
Sweet murmuring, methought the shrill- 

tongued thrush 
Mended his song of love; the sooty blackbird 
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The eglantine smell'd sweeter, and the rose 
Assumed a dye more deep; whilst every 

flower 
Vied with his fellow-plant in luxury 
Of dress! Oh then the longest summer's day 
Seem'd too, too much in haste; still the full 

heart 
Had not imparted half : — 'tis happiness 
Too exquisite to last! 

—ROBERT BLAIR 








The best that we find in our travels is an 
honest friend. He is a fortunate voyager who 
finds many. We travel, indeed, to find them. 
They are the end and the reward of life. They 
keep us worthy of ourselves; and when we are 
alone, we are only nearer to the absent. 

—ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON 

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I were not worth you could I long for you; 
But should you come, you would find me ready. 
The lamp is lighted, the flame is steady: 
Over the strait I toss this song for you! 

—HELEN GRAY CONE 








Beware, therefore, now that you are coming 
into the world, of these proffered friendships. 
Receive them with great civility, but with great 
incredulity too; and pay them with compliments 
but not with confidence. Do not let your van- 
ity and self-love make you suppose that people 
become your friends at first sight, or even upon 
a short acquaintance. Real friendship is a slow 
grower, and never thrives unless ingrafted upon 
a stock of known and reciprocal merit. 

—LORD CHESTERFIELD 
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Small fellowship of daily commonplace 

We hold together, dear, constrained to go 

Diverging ways. Yet day by day I know 

My life is sweeter for thy life's sweet grace; 
And if we meet but for a moment's space, 

Thy touch, thy word, sets all the world aglow. 

Faith soars serener, haunting doubts shrink 
low 

Abashed before the sunshine of thy face. 
Nor press of crowd, nor waste of distance serves 

To part us. Every hush of evening brings 

Some hint of thee, true-hearted friend of mine ; 
And as the farther planet thrills and swerves 

When toward it through the darkness Saturn 
swings, 

Even so my spirit feels the spell of thine. 

—SOPHIE JEWETT 
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This earth, embossed with mountains, laced with 
streams, 
Starred with fair cities ringed about with 
towers, 
Whose face with hill and laughing valley gleams, 
Whose shadowy woods are full of tender 
flowers, 
The birds, the careless beasts beneath the moon, 

And that conceited race of feeble man, 
All hold their place by harmony, and soon 
Sans friendship would sink out of nature's 
plan. 
From manly friendship cities take their root, 
Their nurture and their life; from strife their 

death; 
Thro' civil jars they pant with heavy breath; 
So dangerous is division in the State! 

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In harmony the seeds of glory shoot, 
And peace at home makes little kingdoms 
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I hear it was charged against me that I sought 
to destroy institutions. 

But really I am neither for nor against institu- 
tions, 

(What indeed have I in common with them? or 
what with the destruction of them?) 

Only I will establish in the Manahatta and in 
every city of these States inland and sea- 
board, 

And in the fields and woods, and above every 
keel little or large that dents the water, 

Without edifices or rules or trustees or any argu- 
ment, 

The institution of the dear love of comrades. 

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A shallow voice said, bitterly, "New friend!" 
As if the old alone were true, and, born 
Of sudden freak, the new deserved but scorn 
And deep distrust. If love could condescend, 
What scorn in turn! Do men old garments 

mend 
With new? And put the new wine, red at morn, 
Into the last year's bottles, thin and worn? 
But love and loving need not to defend 
Themselves. The new is older than the old ; 
And newest friend is oldest friend in this, 
That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss 
One thing we sought. I think when I behold 
Full Heaven, I shall not say, "Why was this 

never told?" 
But, "Ah ! this is not new. From first I saw this 

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Oh Friend ! forever loved, forever dear ! 

What fruitless tears have bathed thy honored 

bier! 
What sighs re-echoed to thy parting breath, 
Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of 

death ! 
Could tears retard the tyrant in his course; 
Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force; 
Could youth and virtue claim a short delay, 
Or beauty charm the spectre from his prey ; 
Thou still hadst lived to bless my aching sight, 
Thy comrade's honor and thy friend's delight 
If yet thy gentle spirit hover nigh 
The spot where now thy mouldering ashes lie, 
Here wilt thou read, recorded on my heart, 
A grief too deep to trust the sculptor's art. 
No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep, 

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But living statues there are seen to weep; 
Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy 

tomb, 
Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom. 
What though thy sire lament his failing line, 
A father's sorrows cannot equal mine! 
Though none, like thee, his dying hour 

will cheer, 
Yet other offspring soothe his anguish here: 
But, who with me shall hold thy former 

place? 
Thine image, what new friendship can efface? 
Ah, none! — a father's tears will cease to flow, 
Time will assuage an infant brother's woe; 
To all, save one, is consolation known, 
While solitary friendship sighs alone. 

—LORD BYRON 
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In the wise books of ancient lore we find, 
"Full many meet the gods, but few salute 
them." 
The sages knew that men are deaf and blind ; 
And who in modern days shall dare dispute 
them? 

But I, precious friend of many years, 
In the first moment of our casual meeting, 

I knew the visitant from loftier spheres; 
I recognized the god, and gave him greeting. 

Thank Heaven for that ! I knew you at a glance ; 

I did not need to test or try or doubt you; 
I read your birthright in your countenance; 

I saw the mystic halo shine about you. 

What though some eyes were blind, and could 
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The light divine, nor note the crowning splen- 
dor? 
It was enough so true and great to be 

To those you loved, — so kindly, wise, and 
tender. 

Through all the years, whatever grief befell 
My life, whatever cruel pain assailed me, 

Your heart has been my sheltering citadel, 
Your tender, helpful love has never failed me. 

A faithful and unfailing comradeship, 

My stronghold in this world of evanescence, 

Consoling words, kind eyes, and smiling lip, — 
I found them all in your most gracious pres- 
ence. 

Had all the breathing world conspired to prove 
That you could wrong me, slight me, or de- 
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Not all the world had made me doubt your love, 
Or wrong your utter truth. Dear ghost, be- 
lieve me! 

O friend most dear! my way is full of fears; 

To-day is dreary, and I dread to-morrow. 
How shall I bear the bleak and bitter years 

Which I must meet in loneliness and sorrow? 

How can I bear what I could not have borne 
Even when my heart was happier and younger, 

The memories which only make me mourn, 
The solitude, the spirit's thirst and hunger? 

Through these remaining days of mortal breath 
I can but weep you, miss you, and regret you, 

Knowing no solace but that after death 

My soul must either find you — or forget you! 

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Though friendships differ endless in degree, 
The sorts, methinks, may be reduced to three. 
Acquaintance many, and Conquaintance few; 
But for Inquaintance I know only two — 
The friends I've mourned with, and the maid I 

woo! 

"My dear Gillman — The ground and materiel 
of this division of one's friends into ac, con and 
inquaintance, was given by Hartley Coleridge 
when he was scarcely five years old (1801). On 
some one asking him if Anny Sealey (a little 
girl he went to school with) was an acquaintance 
of his, he replied, fervently pressing his right 
hand on his heart, 'No, she is an inquaintance!' 

"Well! 'tis a father's tale; and the recollec- 
tion soothes your old friend and inquaintance." 

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A TRUE, TRUE FRIEND 
A true, true friend, O fortune, send, — 

A life to wreathe with mine, 
And though I flourish, break, or bend, 

Around me intertwine! 

'Twere ill to prize false passion's sighs, 

The quiver of a leaf; 
Nor would I watch in many eyes 

For kindred love or grief. 

I cannot stand a passive hand, 

And hate a luring smile, — 
The friend grown cold as blackened brand, 

The foe that walks in guile! 

Where faces glow and glasses flow 

To manly pledges filled, 
The moments fall like flakes of snow, 

The morrow all is chilled. 
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The boys I knew, and deemed so true, 
Have shut me from their souls; 

Those shrines love only enters to, 
And woman there controls. 

A true, true friend, fortune, send, — 
A life to wreathe with mine, 

And as I flourish, break, or bend, 
Around me intertwine! 

—JOSEPH O'CONNOR 








Because religion is the expression of man's 
profoundest nature, and friendship is the holiest 
out-going of the human heart, therefore a great 
religious movement is sure to have as its leader 
a man whom friendship inspires and impels. The 
head is never at its best unless swayed by the 
heart; and the heart is never swayed so power- 
fully as when swayed by friendship. 

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O what were art if two might never look, 
Or glowing morn if none were ever nigh? 

O what were wine if only one partook 
Or music if it turned not eye to eye? 

O what were life unshared of others' woes; 

O what were death if it were not to part? 
What e'en the scented beauty of the rose 

Whose perfume breathes no message of the 
heart? 

All, all are one, as leaves that ripe and fall: 
In each we learn the part that is divine 

Till tottering age hath made us friend of all — 
Praise thee thy friend and thou art praising 
mine. 

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We just shake hands at meeting 
With many that come nigh; 

We nod the head in greeting 
To many that go by, — 

But welcome through the gateway 
Our few old friends and true; 

Then hearts leap up, and straightway 
There's open house for you, 
There's open house for you! 

Old Friends, 

The surface will be sparkling, 

Let but a sunbeam shine; 
Yet in the deep lies darkling, 

The true life of the wine ! 
The froth is for the many, 

The wine is for the few; 

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Unseen, untoucht of any, 
We keep the best for you, 

Old Friends, 
The very best for you! 

The Many cannot know us; 

They only pace the strand 
Where at our worst we show us — 

The waters thick with sand! 
But out beyond the leaping 

Dim surge 'tis clear and blue; 
And there, Old Friends, we are keeping 

A sacred calm for you, 

Old Friends, 

A waiting calm for you. 

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The wintry sky may be chill and drear, 

And the wind go sighing in mournful strain, 
Or it may be the spring of the waking year, 

When flowers and birds return again. 
Be it March or May, it matters not, 

Snow or violets on the ground, 
I know a little bewitching spot, 

Where it is fair the whole year round. 

A low tea-table set out for two, 

A divan with cushions piled on high, 
Dresden tea-cups of pink and blue, 

A fat little kettle simmering nigh, 
In winter a fire that cracks and roars, 

In summer a window where breezes play. 
What if it hails or snows or pours, 

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A girl — of course, you will say, when one 

Describes such a haven from life's mad whirl. 
There must be a — wait till my song is done. 

This is such an entrancing girl! 
Cheeks as fresh as a summer rose, 

Eyes that change like the changing sea, 
Lips where a smile first comes, then goes, 

And, oh! but she makes delicious tea. 

So we sit and talk while the kettle sings, 

And life seems better at least to me, 
The fleeting hours have golden wings, 

When in that little spot I'm drinking tea. 
Love? Ah, no, we are far above 

Such folly. Our time we can better spend. 
This world is brimming with loveless love, 

But 'tis rarely enough one finds a friend. 

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Do I smile? 

Does my face show my joy in spite of all effort 
to conceal it? 

And you cannot guess my good fortune? 

No; I have not picked up a purse, nor inherited 
an estate, nor won a race, nor had a manu- 
script accepted. 

I have only found a friend. 

I have spun another golden thread out of my 
heart to bind me to my fellows. 

—ERNEST CROSBY 








A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is 
born for adversity. Faithful are the wounds of 
a friend. Ointment and perfume rejoice the 
heart, so doth the sweetness of a man's friend by 
hearty counsel. Thine own friend and thy 
father's friend forsake not. —proverbs 
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Friendship from its moorings strays, 

Love binds fast together; 
Friendship is for balmy days, 

Love for stormy weather. 

For itself the one contends, 
Fancied wrongs regretting — 

Love the thing it loves defends, 
All besides forgetting. 

Friendship is the morning lark 
Toward the sunrise winging, 

Love the nightingale, at dark 
Most divinely singing! 

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JAFFAR 

Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good vizier, 

The poor man's hope, the friend without a peer, 

Jaffar was dead, slain by a doom unjust; 

And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust 

Of what the good, and e'en the bad, might say, 

Ordained that no man living from that day 

Should dare to speak his name on pain of death. 

All Araby and Persia held their breath. 

All but the brave Mondeer: he, proud to show 
How far for love a grateful soul can go, 
And facing death for very scorn and grief 
(For his great heart wanted a great relief), 
Stood forth in Bagdad daily, in the square 
Where once had stood a happy house, and there 
Harangued the tremblers at the scymetar 
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"Bring me this man," the caliph cried; the man 
Was brought, was gazed upon. The mutes began 
To bind his arms. "Welcome, brave cords," 

cried he; 
"From bonds far worse Jaff ar delivered me ; 
From wants, from shames, from loveless house- 
hold fears; 
Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears ; 
Restored me, loved me, put me on a par 
With his great self. How can I pay Jaffar?" 

Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this 
The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss, 
Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate 
Might smile upon another half as great. 
He said, "Let worth grow frenzied if it will; 
The caliph's judgment shall be master still. 
Go, and since gifts so move thee, take this gem, 
The richest in the Tartar's diadem, 
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And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!" 
"Gifts !" cried the friend ; he took, and holding it 
High toward the heavens, as though to meet his 

star, 
Exclaimed, "This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffar!" 

—LEIGH HUNT 








It is hard to conceive of agreeableness apart 
from gentle and kindly manners. 

— KATHERINE E. CONWAY 






I am no friend to purely psychological at- 
tachments. In some unknown future they may 
be satisfying, but in the present I want your 
words and your voice, with your thoughts, your 
looks, and your gestures to interpret your feel- 
ings. The warm strong grasp of Greatheart's 
hand is as dear to me as the steadfast fashion of 
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IF I SHOULD DIE 
If I should die to-night, and you should come to 
my cold corpse and say, 
Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay — 
If I should die to-night, 

And you should come in deepest grief and woe — 
And say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe," 
I might arise in my large white cravat 
And say, "What's that?" 

If I should die to-night, and you should come to 
my cold corpse and kneel, 

Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel, 
I say, if I should die to-night 
And you should come to me, and there and then 
Just even hint 'bout payin 'me that ten, 

I might arise the while, 

But I'd drop dead again. _ ben p KINQ 

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What smiles and welcome would I give 
Some friends I see each day I live; 
And yet what treasures would I pay 
If some would always stay away. 

—ANONYMOUS 








Perhaps the most delightful friendships are 
those in which there is much agreement, much 
disputation, and yet more personal liking. 

—GEORGE ELIOT 






O traveler, who hast wandered far 
'Neath southern sun and northern star, 
Say where the fairest regions are? 

Friend, underneath whatever skies 
Love looks in love-returning eyes, 
There are the bowers of Paradise. 

—CLINTON SCOLLARD 

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"A seat for three, where host and guest 
May side-by-side pass toast or jest; 
And be their number two or three, 
With elbow-room and liberty, 
What need to wander east or west? 
A nook for thought, a nook for rest 
And meet for fasting or for fest, 
In fair and equal parts to be 

A seat for three. 

"Then give you pleasant company, 
For youth or elder shady tree; 

A roof for council or sequest, 

A corner in a homely nest ; 
Free, equal, and fraternally 

A seat for three." 

—WALTER CRANE 
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WHAT ARE ANOTHER'S FAULTS TO ME? 
What are another's faults to me? 

I've not a vulture's bill 
To pick at every flaw I see, 

And make it wider still. 
It is enough for me to know 

I've follies of my own, 
And on my heart the care bestow, 

And let my friends alone. 

When a friend in kindness tries 
To show you where your error lies, 
Conviction does but more incense, 
Perverseness is your whole defence. 

'Tis an old maxim in the schools, 
That flattery's the food of fools; 
Yet now and then your men of wit 
Will condescend to take a bit. 

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There are no friends like the old friends; 

We know their ways, alack; 
They walk in, take our brand-new books 

And never bring them back. 

—ANONYMOUS 








THE TIPPLING FRIEND 
Men brandy drink and never think 
That girls at all can tell it; 
They don't suppose a woman's nose 
Was ever made to smell it. 

—MRS. CAUDLE 






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sweet and steady and loyal and enduring a na- 
ture that it will last through a whole lifetime, if 
not asked to lend money. _ MARK TWAIN 

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MEETING OF FRIENDS 

Fill the cup! fill it high! Let us drink to the -- 
might 

Of the manhood that joyously rushes to fight, 

And, true to the death, all unflinching will stand, 

For our home and our hearth, and our own na- 
tive land! 

'Tis the bright sun of June that is gilding the 
crest 

Of the warriors that fight for their isles of the 
West; 

The breeze that at morning but plays with the 
plume, 

At evening may wave the red grass o'er the 
tomb; 

The corn that has ripen'd in summer's soft breath, 

In an hour may be reap'd in the harvest of death : 

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Then drink to their glory — the glory of those 
Who triumph'd or fell in that meeting of foes.* 

But fill the cup higher to drink to the friends 
Bound fast in affection that life only ends; 
Whose hearts, when defended from foes that 

have dared, 
Are prized all the more when with friends they 

are shared! 
Far better the wine-cup with ruby may flow 
To the health of a friend than the fall of a foe; 
Tho' bright are the laurels that glory may twine, 
Far softer the shade of the ivy and vine; 
Then fill the cup higher! The battle is won — 
Our perils are over — our feast has begun! — 
On the meeting of foeman pale sorrow attends — 
Rosy joy crowns our meeting — the meeting of 

friends. — samuel lover 

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We're friends; what makes you think we're not? 

We get along first-rate. 
You don't go'n think just coz we've got 

Nose-bleeds when we separate, 
We aren't best friends, aren't Tom and I? 
Why, don't you see, Ma, that's just why! 

When Tom and I meet after school, 

"'11 you play leap-frog?" says I. 
He answers, casual-like and cool, 

"Girls' game ! Let's play T spy.' " 
Says I, "Pish! Good for little fry! 
"Marbles?" says I. Says he, "Not I!" 

Says he, "Play jack-straws? — I've brought mine." 

Says I, "Run home ter Poll, 
And make her slick yer hair down fine, 

And give yer her rag-doll; 
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We'll drag her 'long in yer sweet go-cart." 
Says Tommy promptly, "Ain't you smart!" 

Says I, "'11 you play ball? — got my bat." 

S' he, "Go to yer grandmother!" 
S' I, "Don't you speak to me like that!" 

S' he, "What if I should pre— fer?" 
S' I, "You best mind" — S' he, "Don't you fret!" 
S' I, "'11 you fight me?" S' he, "Jus' you bet!" 

And then we fight. And when we've done, 

Our eyes are sometimes black, 
And all our buttons mostly gone, — 

He punches, I punch back; 
And when we're tired out, we drop; 
And when we've had enough, we stop. 

But I like Tommy, he likes me; 
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Quick, mother! where's my cap? 
That whistle's Tom— where was it laid? 
Ah, good! He sha'nt think I'm afraid! 

—GERTRUDE HALL 



FRIEND 
In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, 
Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, 
Hast so much wit and mirth, and spleen about 

thee, 
That there's no living with thee, nor without 

ttlee * —JOSEPH ADDISON 



Live not without a friend: The Alpine rock must 

own 
Its mossy grace or else be nothing but a stone. 
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"A Temple to Friendship," said Laura, en- 
chanted, 

"I'll build in this garden, — the thought is di- 
vine !" 
Her temple was built and she now only wanted 

An image of Friendship to place on the shrine. 
She flew to a sculptor, who set down before her 

A Friendship, the fairest his art could invent; 
But so cold and so dull, that the youthful adorer 

Saw plainly this was not the idol she meant. 

"Oh! never," she cried, "could I think of en- 
shrining 
An image whose looks are so joyless and dim; 
But yon little god, upon roses reclining, 
We'll make, if you please, sir, a Friendship of 
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So the bargain was struck; with the little god 
laden 
She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove: 
"Farewell," said the sculptor, "you're not the 
first maiden 
Who came but for Friendship and took away 

Love." —THOMAS MOORE 








If Jonathan had envied David when he saw 
that David was to have the throne which Jon- 
athan was yielding without the credit of yield- 
ing, it would have evidenced a lack of surpassing 
friendship for David in the heart of Jonathan. 
But because Jonathan loved David as his own 
soul, loved him with a self-forgetful friendship, 
envy of David could find no place in the royal 
and loyal heart of Jonathan. 

— H. CLAY TRUMBULL 
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I have two friends — two glorious friends, — two 

better could not be, 
And every night when midnight tolls they meet 

to laugh with me. 
The first was shot by Carlist thieves — ten years 

ago in Spain ; 
The second drowned near Alicante — while I 

alive remain. 

I love to see their dim white forms come floating 
through the night, 

And grieve to see them fade away in early morn- 
ing light. 

The first with gnomes in the Under Land is 
leading a lordly life, 

The second has married a mermaiden, a beauti- 
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And since I have friends in the Earth and Sea — 

with a few, I trust, on high, 
"Tis a matter of small account to me — the way 

that I may die. 
For whether I sink in the foaming flood, or 

swing on the triple tree, 
Or die in my bed as a Christian should, is all the 

same to me. 

—CHARLES GODFREY LELAND 



Unless the loved one had been looked up to 
for his own sake, as that ideal's embodiment, he 
could not have been loved as he is by him who 
claims to be his friend ; hence envy is forestalled 
by the very friendship's existence; for envy is a 
selfish regret that another is in advance of us, 
while friendship is an unselfish affection for an- 
other because he is in advance of us — or ought 
to be, as we see it. 



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To absent friends I drain this glass! 
First, those who sleep beneath the grass 
And taste the peace death only lends 
And slumber quiet — Absent Friends! 

And next I pour rich wine to 1 those 
Who dwell beyond where ocean flows; 
In hopeless toil which never ends, 
Alone, uncared-for — Absent Friends! 

I drain the ruby wine to all 

Who weep and toil on earth's dark ball! 

To all whom poverty attends! 

Whom love cheers never — Absent Friends! 

—MARGARET THOMAS 








Two indispensable qualities of friendship — 
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This love demands too much, methinks — 

Too much of striving and unrest, 
Too many blows for scanty bliss, 
Too much dependent on a kiss, 

Too much concealed, too much confessed. 

One wearies of a ceaseless glare — 

Give me your friendship's shadowing, 
The knowledge of a sympathy 
And confidence that may not be 
Distorted by a little thing. 

Yet, let ours be the gentler way, 

The level eyes, the steady hand; 
Not love that bloweth hot or cold — 
One craveth peace as one grows old — 
Let us be wise and understand. 

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"A friend in need," my neighbor said to me, 
"A friend indeed is what I mean to be; 
In time of trouble I will come to you, 
And in the hour of need you'll find me true." 

I thought a bit, and took him by the hand : 
"My friend," said I, "you do not understand 
The inner meaning of that simple rhyme; 
A friend is what the heart needs all the time." 

—HENRY VAN DYKE 








Give friendship, whether the object of your 
friendship becomes a friend or not. It is a most 
hindering error to suppose that two are required 
for a friendship. The most enriching friendships 
of all times have been lonely ones. Be you a 
friend. — amos r. wells 
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Bitter the things one's enemies will say 
Against one sometimes when one is away; 
But of a bitterness far more intense 
The things one's friends will say in one's defence. 

—WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS 








There was a well-drawn picture a while ago 
in an English paper of an old woman propped in 
an easy-chair, with a sweet-faced parish visitor 
seated beside her. "And was your husband good 
and kind to you during your long illness?" asked 
the visitor. "Oh, yes, miss! 'e was just kind; 'e 
was more like a friend than a 'usband." . . . 
Only when friendship becomes reciprocal does it 
attain its own high goal. We seem to dishonor 
the word when we let it stand for less than that, 
and to despoil it of half its glory. 

—RUTH OGDEN 
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Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair, 
Was seen beneath the sun ; but nought was seen 
More beautiful, or excellent, or fair, 
Than face of faithful friend, — fairest when seen 
In darkest day. —Robert pollok 








A friendship that makes the least noise is 
very often the most useful, for which reason I 
should prefer a prudent friend to a zealous one. 

—JOSEPH ADDISON 






As ships meet at sea, a moment together, 
when words of greeting must be spoken, and 
then away into the deep, so men meet in this 
world; and I think we should cross no man's 
path without hailing him, and, if needs, giving 
him supplies. —henry ward beecher 
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Your eyes are— but I cannot tell 

Just what's the color of your eyes, 
I only know therein doth dwell 

A something that can sympathize, 
When selfish love would fail to see 
The depths revealed alone to me. 

—JOHN GOWDY 








Fix yourself upon the wealthy. In a word, 
take this for a golden rule through life: Never, 
never have a friend that is poorer than yourself. 

—DOUGLAS JERROLD 






Of all felicities the most charming is that of 
a firm and gentle friendship. It sweetens our 
cares, dispels our sorrows, and counsels us in all 
our extremities. — seneca 
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THE TIMES THAT ARE 
O Friend! I know not which way I must look 
For comfort, being, as I am opprest, 
To think that now our Life is only drest 
For show ; mean handy-work of craftsmen, cook, 
Or groom ! — We must run glittering like a brook 
In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : 
The wealthiest man among us is the best: 
No grandeur now in nature or in book 
Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, 
This is idolatry; and these we adore: 
Plain living and high thinking are no more : 
The homely beauty of the good old cause 
Is gone: our peace, our fearful innocence, 
And pure religion breathing household laws. 

—WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 








Friendship is enjoyed according as it is de- 
sired. —MONTAIGNE 
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A SONNET 
Dear, if you love me, hold me most your friend, 
Chosen from out the many who would bear 
Your gladness gladly — heavily your care ; 
Who best can sympathize, best comprehend, 
Where others fail; who, breathless to the end, 
Follows your tale of joy or of despair: 
Hold me your counselor, because I dare 
To lift my hand to guide you, that I lend 
My love to help you. And I would you knew 
That I am fair enough to win men's hearts, 
If so I willed; yet honor me above 
All other women, since I am too true 
To trap you with my sex's smaller arts. 
Deem me all these, but love me as your love. 

—ALICE DUER 

The higher the style we demand of friend- 
ship ; the less easy to establish it. 



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FRIENDSHIP IS LOVE'S FULL BEAUTY 
UNALLOYED 

Friendship is love's full beauty unalloyed 

With passion that may waste in selfishness, 
Fed only at the heart and never cloyed; 

Such is our friendship, ripened but to bless. 
It draws the arrow from the bleeding wound 

With cheery look that makes a winter bright; 
It saves the hope from falling to the ground, 

And turns the restless pillow toward the light. 
To be another's in his dearest want, 

At struggle with a thousand racking throes, 
When all the balm that Heaven itself can grant 

Is that which friendship's soothing hand be- 
stows ! 
How joyful to be joined in such a love, 
We two, — may it portend the days above! 

—THOMAS GORDON HAKE 
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Lo, in my hour of need I called on thee, 
Asking thy friendship's none too heavy toll; 
Comrades were we when I was glad and whole, 

And yet thou cam'st not, and at last I see 

Twain are the ways of friendship, and there be 
One that laughs with us o'er the fragrant bowl, 
And one that wanders with the troubled soul 

In the great silence of Gethsemane. 

I can forgive, and while glad days abound 
Thou shalt be with me; but when Autumn 
flings 
The rose-leaf and the wine-cup to the ground, 
Then would I call upon the heart that hears 
With intimate love the depth of human things, 
The eye that knows the sanctity of tears. 

—GEORGE SYLVESTER VIERECK 



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IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NIGHT 

If I should die to-night, 

My friends would look upon my quiet face, 

Before they laid it in its resting-place, 

And deem that death had left it almost fair; 

And laying snow-white flowers against my hair, 

Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness, 

And hold my hands with lingering caress — 

Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night! 

If I should die to-night, 

My friends would call to mind, with loving 

thought, 
Some kindly deed the icy hands had wrought ; 
Some gentle words the frozen lips had said ; 
Errands on which the willing feet had sped; 
The memory of my selfishness and pride, 
My hasty words, would all be put aside, 
And so I should be loved and mourned to-night. 
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If I should die to-night, 

Even hearts estranged would turn once more to 

me, 
Recalling other days remorsefully ; 
The eyes that chilled me with averted glance 
Would look upon me as of yore, perchance, 
And soften in the old familiar way; 
For who could war with dumb, unconscious clay ? 
So I might rest, forgiven of all to-night. 

Oh, friends, I pray to-night 

Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow ! 

The way is lonely, let me feel them now. 

Think gently of me; I am travel worn; 

My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn. 

Forgive, O hearts estranged, forgive, I plead: 

When dreamless sleep is mine, I shall not need 

The tenderness for which I long to-night. 

—ARABELLA E. SMITH 
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He was jes' a plain, ever'-day, all-round kind of 
a jour., 
Consurnpted-lookin' — but la ! 
The jokiest, wittiest, story-tellin', song-singin', 
laughin'est, jolliest 
Feller you ever saw! 
Worked at jes' coarse work, but you kin bet he 
was fine enough in his talk, 
And his feelin's too! 
Lordy ! ef he was on'y back on his bench agin to- 
day, a-carryin' on 
Like he ust to do! 

Any shop-mate'll tell you there never was, on 
top o' dirt, 
A better feller'n Jim! [else — 
You want a favor, and couldn't git it anywhere 
You could git it o' him! 
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Most free-heartedest man thataway in the world, 
I guess, 
Give up ever* nickel he's worth — 
And, ef you'd a-wanted it, and named it to him, 
and it was his, 
He'd a-give you the earth! 

Alius a-reachin' out, Jim was, and a-he'pin', some 

Pore feller onto his feet — 
He'd a-never a-keered how hungry he was hisse'f, 

So's the feller got somepin' to eat! 
Didn't make no difference at all to him how he 
was dressed, 

He ust to say to me, — 
"You tog out a tramp purty comfortable in 
winter-time, a-huntin' a job, 

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Jim didn't have, ner never could git ahead so 
overly much 
O' this world's goods at a time, — 
'Fore now I've saw him more'n onc't lend a dol- 
lar, and haf to, more'n likely, 
Turn 'round and borry a dime! 
Mebby laugh and joke about it hisse'f fer a while 
— then jerk his coat, 
And kind o' square his chin, 
Tie on his apern, and squat hisse'f on his old 
shoe-bench, 
And go to peggin' agin! 

Patientest feller too, I reckon, 'at ever jes' 
naturely 
Coughed hisse'f to death! 
Long enough after his voice was lost, he'd laugh 
in a whisper and say 
He could git ever'thing but his breath — 
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"You fellers," he'd sort o' twinkle his eyes and 
say, 
"Is a-pilin' onto me 
A mighty big debt for that air little weak- 
chested ghost o' mine to pack 
Through all Eternity!" 

Now there was a man 'at jes' 'peared like, to me, 

'At ortn't a-never a-died! 
"But death hain't a-showin' no favors," the old 
boss said, 
"On'y to Jim!" and cried: 
And Wigger, who puts up the best sewed work 
in the shop, 
Er the whole blame neighborhood, 
He says, "When God made Jim, I bet you He 
didn't do anything else that day 
But jes' set around and feel good!" 

—JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY 
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ODE TO FRIENDSHIP 
Friendship! what art thou — but a poet's toy? 

A will-o'whisp, that plays around the purse; 
That shines and flatters, only to decoy, 

When grinning poverty takes men to nurse? 

Now have I seen thee, on the gilded couch, 
Wriggling with rapture and delight; 

Seizing with joy thy silken pouch, 

When wealthy neighbours send to borrow ; 

But then, again, how fill'd with gloom and sor- 
row 
When poor acquaintance come to beg a doit. 

Friendship but seldom dwells with men of riches ; 
It likes not scarlet cloaks and sattin breeches ; 

It is not us'd to cards and riot — 
But loves to live in shady bowers ; 
To cultivate both fields and flowers, 

And sleep in quiet. 

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It also pines where want and famine dwell ; 

It cannot feed on scanty meals; 

For hunger cheerfulness conceals, 
And want with grief our bosoms swell. 

Where competence her table spreads, 
And social sentiments attend — 
Perhaps the good may find a friend; 

May find that bliss, which cheers the soul, 

And o'er the face flown lustre sheds, 
When seas of mis'ry round us roll. 

But much I doubt if friendship true 
E'er link'd, for life, two souls together ; 

Such friendship, as around them drew 
The self-same soul and pleasant weather. 

Friendship, methinks, is somewhat like a whale; 

Sometimes swimming round life's surface gay ; 

At others, downward, dashing thro' the spray, 
And flapping 'gainst us hard her angry tail. 
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But lest my rural readers should not see 
The pith of this my dashing simile ; 
Peter will hunt midst flowers and roses, 
To find a pretty beauquet for their noses. 
Good gentles, have you never seen 

A plant, so sensitive and shy, 

That let the smallest ant or fly 
Light on its spreading arms of green, 
When instantly it clasps those arms about, 
And seems to say, "You saucy dog, get out." 
So 'tis with Friendship ; you may stand and stare 
Upon her qualities, so strange and rare, 

But only put your fingers on her purse, 
And take my word, fort, such is madam's feeling, 

That she will make a most confounded fuss ; 
Nay, swear she caught you in the act of stealing. 
Witness the pious Doctor Dodd, 
Whose friendship swung him to the land of Nod. 

—P. QUINCE, ESQ. 

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The city's ways are not my ways, and never 

Shall I to its demands be reconciled; 
I walk amid its roar and rumble, dreaming, 
A cool and careful man in outward seeming, 

But in my heart a lost and lonely child. 

I wear a mask, as you do and as all do, 

To hide what none has time to comprehend ; 
A mask of settled purpose and of daring, 
To hide how very little I am caring 
For anything but just to find a friend. 

—FRANK PUTNAM 








A slender acquaintance with the world must 
convince every man that actions, not words, are 
the true criterion of the attachment of friends; 
and that the most liberal professions of good- 
will are very far from being the surest marks of 

it. —GEORGE WASHINGTON 
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It is my joy in life to find 

At every turning of the road, 
The strong arms of a comrade kind 

To help me onward with my load; 
And since I have no gold to give, 

And love alone must make amends, 
My only prayer is, while I live — 

God make me worthy of my friends. 

—FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN 








The man who will share his purse with you 
in the days of poverty and distress, and like the 
good Samaritan, be surety for your support to 
the landlord, you may admit to your confidence, 
incorporate into the very core of your heart, and 
call him friend; misfortunes cannot shake him 
from you ; a prison will not conceal you from his 

Sight. —J- BARTLETT 

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Oh, what shall I do, dear, 

In the coming years, I wonder, 
When our paths which lie so sweetly near, 

Shall lie so far asunder? 
Oh, what shall I do, dear, 

Through all the sad to-morrows, 
When the sunny smile has ceased to cheer 

That smiles away my sorrows? 

What shall I do, my friend, 

When you are gone forever? 
My heart its eager need will send 

Through the years, to find you never. 
And how will it be with you, 

In the weary world, I wonder! 
Will you love me with a love as true, 

When our paths lie far asunder? 

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A sweeter, sadder thing, 

My life for having known you: 
Forever with my sacred kin, 

My soul's soul I must own you, — 
Forever mine, my friend, 

From June to life's December, 
Not mine to have or hold, 

But to pray for and remember. 

The way is short, O friend, 

That reaches out before us. 
God's tender heavens above us bend, 

His love is smiling o'er us. 
A little while is ours, 

For sorrow or for laughter: 
I'll lay the hand you love in yours, 

On the shore of the hereafter. 

—MARY CLEMMER AMES 



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GOODBY 

Bid me goodby! No sweeter salutation 

Can friendship claim, 
Nor yet can any language, any nation, 

A sweeter frame. 
It is not final; it forebodes no sorrow 

As some declare 
Who, born to fretting, are so prone to borrow 

To-morrow's share. 

"Goodby" is but a prayer, a benediction 

From lips sincere, 
And breathed by thine it brings a sweet convic- 
tion 

That God will hear. 

"Goodby!" Yes, "God be with you!" Prayer 
and blessing 

In simplest phrase, 

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Alike our need and His dear care confessing 
In all our ways. 

However rare or frequent be our meeting, 

However nigh 
The last long parting or the endless greeting, 

Bid me goodby! 

—HARRIET McEWEN KIMBALL 



As true friendship cements two hearts into 
one, so a large acquaintance divides and dis- 
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In life it is difficult to say who do you the 
most mischief — enemies with the worst inten- 
tions or friends with the best. 

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COUNSEL 

If thou shouldst bid thy friend farewell, 
But for one night though that farewell should 
be, 

Press thou his hand in thine ; how canst thou tell 
How far from thee 

Fate or caprice may lead his feet 

Ere that to-morrow come. Men have been 
known 
Lightly to turn the corner of a street, 

And days have grown 

To months, and months to lagging years, 

Before they looked in loving eyes again. 
Parting, at best, is underlaid with tears — 
With tears and pain. 

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Therefore, lest sudden death should come be- 
tween, 
Or time, or distance, clasp with pressure true 
The palm of him who goeth forth. Unseen, 
Fate goeth, too! 

Yea, 'find thou always time to say 

Some earnest word betwixt the idle talk, 

Lest with thee henceforth, night and day, 
Regret should walk. 

— MOLLIE E. M. DAVIS 








Would you throw away a diamond because 
it pricked you? One good friend is not to be 
weighed against the jewels of all the earth. If 
there is coolness or unkindness between us, let 
us come face to face and have it out. Quick, 
before love grows cold! _ RO bert smith 
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DREAMS AND REALITIES 
O, Rosamond, thou fair and good 
And perfect flower of womanhood! 

Thou royal rose of June! 
Why didst thou droop before thy time? 
Why wither in the first sweet prime? 

Why didst thou die so soon? 

For, looking backward through my tears 
On thee, and on my wasted years, 

I cannot choose but say, 
If thou hadst lived to be my guide, 
Or thou hadst lived and I had died, 

'Twere better far to-day. 

O child of light, O golden head! — 
Bright sunbeam for one moment shed 

Upon life's lonely way, — 
Why didst thou vanish from our sight? 
Could they not spare my little light 

From heaven's unclouded day? 

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O friend so true, O friend so good! — 
Thou one dream of my maidenhood, 

That gave youth all its charms, — 
What had I done, or what hadst thou, 
That through this lonesome world till now, 

We walk with empty arms? 

And yet had this poor soul been fed 
With all it loved and coveted; 

Had life been always fair, 
Would these dear dreams that ne'er depart, 
That thrill with bliss my inmost heart, 

Forever tremble there? 

If still they kept their earthly place, 
The friends I held in my embrace, 

And gave to death, alas! 
Could I have learned that clear, calm faith 
That looks beyond the bonds of death, 

And almost longs to pass? 
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Sometimes, I think, the things we see 
Are shadows of the things to be; 

That what we plan we build; 
That every hope that hath been crossed, 
And every dream we thought was lost, 

In heaven shall be fulfilled. 

That even the children of the brain 
Have not been born and died in vain, 

Though here unclothed and dumb; 
But on some brighter, better shore 
They live, embodied evermore, 

And wait for us to come. 

And when on that last day we rise, 
Caught up between the earth and skies, 

Then shall we hear our Lord 
Say, Thou hast done with doubt and death, 
Henceforth, according to thy faith, 

Shall be thy faith's reward. _ p CARY 
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"WELL, GOOD-BYE!" 
They part upon the crowded street, 
And part and part; with tireless feet 
They stand and stand, their agile tongues 
Propelled by potent, active lungs. 
They kiss, they part ; they backward hie 
To kiss and part and say, "Good-bye!" 

"Well, good-bye!" "Good-bye!" "Good- 
bye !" 

"Well, good-bye!" 

The engine puffs, the whistle blows, 
And to and fro the truckman goes, 
At "All aboard!" the trav'lers rush, 
Except the two that ever gush 
And kiss and part and kiss and cry 
Above all other roars, "Good-bye!" 

"Well, good-bye." "Good-bye!" "Good- 
bye !" 
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With cultured pitch or common bawl, 
At church or market, hut or hall, 
At feast or funeral, still are heard 
The pair who speak one more last word 
And start and wait and amplify 
Their parting with a "Well, good-bye!" 
"Well, good-bye." "Good-bye!" "Good- 
bye !" 
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And oh! when night comes dropping down 
With gentle touch to hush the town, 
There's yet no respite; for below 
Perchance 'tis Bridget and her beau, 
Or dainty Kate and hers, who sigh 
To part and wait and say, "Good-bye!" 

"Well, good-bye." "Good-bye!" "Good- 
bye !" 

"Well, good-bye!" 

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MY FAMILIAR 
Again I hear that creaking step — 
He's rapping at the door! — 
Too well I know the boding sound 
That ushers in a bore. 
I do not tremble when I meet 
The stoutest of my foes, 
But Heaven defend me from the friend 
Who comes — but never goes! 

He drops into my easy chair, 
And asks about the news; 
He peers into my manuscript, 
And gives his candid views; 
He tells me where he likes the line, 
And where he's forced to grieve; 
He takes the strangest liberties, — 
But never takes his leave! 

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He reads my daily paper through 

Before I've seen a word; 

He scans the lyric (that I wrote) 

And thinks it quite absurd; 

He calmly smokes my last cigar, 

And coolly asks for more; 

He opens everything he sees — 

Except the entry door! 

He talks about his fragile health, 

And tells me of his pains; 

He suffers from a score of ills 

Of which he ne'er complains; 

And how he struggled once with death 

To keep the fiend at bay; 

On themes like those away he goes — 

But never goes away! 

He tells me of the carping words 
Some shallow critic wrote; 
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And every precious paragraph 

Familiarly can quote; 

He thinks the writer did me wrong; 

He'd like to run him through! 

He says a thousand pleasant things — 

But never says, "Adieu!" 

Whene'er he comes — that dreadful man — 

Disguise it as I may, 

I know that, like an Autumn rain, 

He'll last throughout the day. 

In vain I speak of urgent tasks; 

In vain I scowl and pout; 

A frown is no extinguisher, — 

It does not put him out! 

I mean to take the knocker off, 
Put crape upon the door, 
Or hint to John that I am gone 
To stay a month or more. 
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I do not tremble when I meet 

The stoutest of my foes, 

But Heaven defend me from the friend 

Who never, never goes! 

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It is essential to true friendship that it be 
reciprocal. A one-sided attachment can never 
be called friendship. In the judgment of man- 
kind there is no crime so base as ingratitude to- 
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Take heed of thy friends. A faithful friend 
is a strong defense ; and he that hath found such 
a one hath found a treasure. Nothing doth coun- 
tervail a faithful friend, and his excellency is in- 
valuable. —PROVERBS 
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REGRET 
If I had known, O loyal heart, 

When hand to hand we said farewell, 
How for all time our paths would part, 
What shadow o'er our friendship fell, 
I should have clasped your hand so close 

In the warm pressure of my own, 
That memory still might keep its grasp, 
If I had known. 

If I had known, when far and wide 
We loitered through the summer land, 

What presence wandered by our side, 
And o'er you stretched its awful hand, 

I should have hushed my careless speech, 
To listen well to every tone 

That from your lips fell low and sweet, 
If I had known. 

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If I had known, when your kind eyes 
Met mine in parting, true and sad, — 

Eyes gravely tender, gently wise, 

And earnest rather more than glad, — 

How soon the lids would lie above, 
As cold and white as sculptured stone, 

I should have treasured every glance, 
If I had known. 

If I had known how, from the strife, 
Of fears, hopes, passions here below, 

Unto a purer, higher life 

That you were called, O friend, to go 

I should have stayed all foolish tears, 
And hushed each idle sigh and moan, 

To bid you a last, long God-speed, 
If I had known. 

If I had known to what strange place, 

What mystic, distant, silent shore, 

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What time your footsteps left my door, 

I should have forged a golden link, 
To bind the heart, so constant grown, 

And keep it constant even there, 
If I had known. 

If I had known that, until death 

Shall with his finger touch my brow, 

And still the quickening of the breath 
That stirs with life's full meaning now, — 

So long my feet must tread the way 
Of our accustomed paths alone, 

I should have prized your presence more, 
If I had known. 

If I had known how soon for you 
Drew near the ending of the fight, 

And on your vision, fair and new, 
Eternal peace dawned into sight, 
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That you before God's great, white throne, 
Would pray for your poor friend on earth, 
If I had known. 

—CHRISTIAN REID 
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Let flattery, however, the handmaid of vices, 
be far removed from friendship, since it is not 
only unworthy of a friend, but of a free man. 

—CICERO 






Friendship is but a name. As to myself, I 
know well that I have not one true friend. As 
long as I continue what I am, I may have as 
many pretended friends as I please. 

—NAPOLEON I 

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My friend he was; my friend from all the rest; 
With childlike faith he oped to me his breast ; 
No door was locked on altar, grave or grief; 
No weakness veiled, concealed no disbelief; 
The hope, the sorrow and the wrong were bare, 
And ah, the shadow only showed the fair. 

I gave him love for love; but, deep within, 
I magnified each frailty into sin; 
Each hill-topped foible in the sunset glowed, 
Obscuring vales where rivered virtues flowed. 
Reproof became reproach, till common grew 
The captious word at every fault I knew. 
He smiled upon the censorship, and bore 
With patient love the touch that wounded sore; 
Until at length, so had my blindness grown, 
He knew I judged him by his faults alone. 

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Alone, of all men, I who knew him best, 
Refused the gold, to take the dross for test! 
Cold strangers honored for the worth they saw; 
His friend forgot the diamond in the flaw. 
At last it came — the day he stood apart, 
When from my eyes he proudly veiled his heart ; 
When carping judgment and uncertain word 
A stern resentment in his bosom stirred; 
When in his face I read what I had been, 
And with his vision saw what he had seen. 

Too late! too late! Oh, could he then have 

known, 
When his love died, that mine had perfect grown ; 
That when the veil was drawn, abased, chastised, 
The censor stood, and lost one truly prized. 

Too late we learn — a man must hold his friend 
Unjudged, accepted, trusted to the end. 

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WAITING 
Serene, I fold my hands and wait, 

Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea; 
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, 

For lo! my own shall come to me. 

Asleep, awake, by night or day, 
The friends I seek are seeking me; 

No wind can drive my bark astray, 
Nor change the tide of destiny. 

What matter if I stand alone? 

I wait with joy the coming years; 
My heart shall reap where it has sown, 

And garner up the fruit of tears. 

The waters know their own, and draw 
The brook that springs in yonder heights; 

So flows the good with equal law 
Unto the soul with pure delights. 
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The tidal wave unto the sea; 
Nor time nor space, nor deep nor high, 

Can keep my own away from me. 

—JOHN BURROUGHS 








The needle's eye is wide enough for two 
friends; the whole world is too narrow for two 
foes. —ROEBUCK 






Because friendship always includes a rev- 
erent admiration of a friend's ideal, — the ideal 
seen in the friend, seen by the friend, or seen for 
the friend, — therefore it follows that every added 
indication of that ideal's realizing is added cause 
for rejoicing on the part of him who loves his 
friend as the embodiment of that ideal. 

— H. CLAY TRUMBULL 
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The path by which we twain did go, 

Which led by tracts that pleased us well, 
Through four sweet years arose and fell, 

From flower to flower, from snow to snow. 

But where the path we walked began 
To slant the fifth autumnal slope, 
As we descended, following Hope, 

There sat the Shadow feared of man. 

Who broke our fair companionship, 
And spread his mantle dark and cold, 
And wrapped thee formless in the fold, 

And dulled the murmur on thy lip. 

When each by turns was guide to each, 
And Fancy light from Fancy caught, 
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought 

Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. 
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And all we met was fair and good, 

And all was good that Time could bring, 
And all the secret of the Spring 

Moved in the chambers of the blood. 

I know that this was Life, — the track 
Whereon with equal feet we fared; 
And then, as now, the day prepared 

The daily burden for the back. 

But this it was that made me move 

As light as carrier-birds in air; 

I loved the weight I had to bear 
Because it needed help of Love; 

Nor could I weary, heart or limb, 

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But I remained, whose hopes were dim, 

Whose life, whose thoughts were little worth, 
To wander on a darkened earth, 

Where all things round me breathed of him. 

O friendship, equal-poised control, 
O heart, with kindliest motion warm, 

sacred essence, other form, 
O solemn ghost, O crowned soul! 

Yet none could better know than I, 
How much of act at human hands 
The sense of human will demands, 

By which we dare to live or die. 

Whatever way my days decline, 

1 felt and feel, though left alone, 
His being working in my own, 

The footsteps of his life in mine. 

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My pulses therefore beat again 
For other friends that once I met; 
Nor can it suit me to forget 

The mighty hopes that make us men. 

I woo your love: I count it crime 
To mourn for any overmuch; 
I, the divided half of such 

A friendship as had mastered Time ; 

Which masters Time, indeed, and is 
Eternal, separate from fears: 
The all-assuming months and years 

Can take no part away from this. 

O days and hours, your work is this, 
To hold me from my proper place, 
A little while from his embrace, 

For fuller gain of after bliss ; 
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That out of distance might ensue 
Desire of nearness doubly sweet; 
And unto meeting when we meet, 

Delight a hundred-fold accrue. 

The hills are shadows, and they flow 

From form to form, and nothing stands; 
They melt like mist, the solid lands, 

Like clouds they shape themselves and go. 

But in my spirit will I dwell, 

And dream my dream, and hold it true; 

For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, 
I cannot think the thing farewell. 

—ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON 








He must increase, but I must decrease. 

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Farewell! It is no sorrowful word. 

It has never had a pang for me. 
Sweet as the last song of a bird, 
Soft as a wind-swell from the sea, 
The word farewell. 

I part with you as oft before 

I've parted with dear friends and sweet, 
And now I shake (forevermore) 

Your memory's gold-dust from my feet. 
Farewell ! farewell ! 

Soon I shall find a new sweet face, 
And other eyes as pure and strong 

As yours are now, and then a space 
Of life that ripples into song, 
And then farewell! 

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How fast the distance grows between! 
Now memory fades — a film of bliss, 

A far-off mist of silvery sheen: 
Good-by! farewell! 

—MAURICE THOMPSON 



It was because John the Baptist was the 
friend of Jesus that John, at the very summit of 
his personal renown and of his commanding pop- 
ular influence, could say, without a twinge of 
envious feeling, concerning him of whom he was 
the friend: "In the midst of you standeth one 
whom ye know not, even he that cometh after 
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Sit closer, friends, around the board! 

Death grants us yet a little time. 
Now let the cheering cup be poured, 

And welcome song and jest and rhyme, 
Enjoy the gifts that fortune sends, 
Sit closer, friends! 

And yet, we pause. With trembling lip 
We strive the fitting phrase to make; 

Remembering our fellowship, 
Lamenting Destiny's mistake, 

We marvel much when Fate offends 
And claims our friends. 

Companion of our nights of mirth, 
When all were merry who were wise, 

Does Death quite understand your worth, 
And know the value of his prize? 

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I doubt me if he comprehends — 
He knows no friends. 

And in that realm is there no joy 
Of comrades and the jocund sense? 

Can Death so utterly destroy — 
For gladness grant no recompense? 

And can it be that laughter ends, 
With absent friends? 

O scholars! whom we wisest call, 

Who solve great questions at your ease, 

We ask the simplest of them all, 
And yet you cannot answer these! 

And is it thus your knowledge ends, 
To comfort friends? 

Dear Omar, should You chance to meet 
Our Brother Somewhere in the Gloom, 

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Pray give to Him a Message Sweet, 

From Brothers in the Tavern Room. 
He will not ask Who 'tis that sends, 
For We were Friends. 

Again a parting sail we see; 

Another boat has left the shore, 
A kinder soul on board has she 

Than ever left the land before. 
And as her outward course she bends, 
Sit closer, friends! 

—ARTHUR MACY 








The foundation of mutual agreeableness is 
often laid in a moment, but that of mutual con- 
fidence is a work of time. 

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I like the Anglo-Saxon speech 

With its direct revealings ; 
It takes a hold and seems to reach 

Far down into your feelings; 
That some folk deem it rude, I know, 

And therefore they abuse it; 
But I have never found it so, 

Before all else I choose it. 
I don't object that men should air 

The Gallic they have paid for. 
With "Au revoir," "Adieu, ma chere," 

For that's what French was made for, 
But when a crony takes your hand 

At parting to address you, 
He drops all foreign lingo, and 

He says, "Good-bye, God bless you!" 

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This seems to be a sacred phrase 

With reverence impassioned; 
A thing come down from righteous days, 

Quaintly but nobly fashioned, 
It well becomes an honest face, 

A voice that's round and cheerful; 
It stays the sturdy in his place, 

And soothes the weak and fearful; 
Into the porches of the ears 

It steals with subtle unction, 
And in your heart of heart appears 

To work its gracious function; 
And all day long with pleasing song 

It lingers to caress you. 
I'm sure no human heart goes wrong 

That's told, "Good-bye, God bless you." 

—EUGENE FIELD 
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The feast is spread, the wine flows free! 

And laugh and jest do both keep pace. 

We look beneath each other's face, 
Soul calls to soul in jollity 
A band of four in fealty. 

For words in this fleeting show to trace 
Something deeper, nobler; space 
To fling our nets in the unknown sea. 
A toast, dear friends. Rise one and all. 

"May ever our hearts and souls be bound 
Together in love. At the clarion call 

Of Friendship, be they forever found 
Ready and eager to rise or fall. 

But faithful still unto that sound 

Which death may not silence, nor fear enthral." 

—SUSANNA MASSEY 

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God's love and peace be with thee, where 
Soe'er this soft autumnal air 
Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair ! 

Whether through city casements comes 
Its kiss to thee, in crowded rooms, 
Or, out among the woodland blooms, 

It freshens o'er thy thoughtful face, 
Imparting in its glad embrace, 
Beauty to beauty, grace to grace ! 

Fair Nature's book together read, 

The old wood-paths that knew our tread, 

The maple shadows overhead, — 

The hills we climbed, the rivers seen 
By gleams along its deep ravine, — 
All keep thy memory fresh and green. 
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Where'er I look, where'er I stray, 
Thy thought goes with me on my way, 
And hence the prayer I breathe to-day: 

O'er lapse of time and change of scene, 
The weary waste which lies between 
Thyself and me, my heart I lean. 

Thou lack'st not Friendship's spellword, nor 
The half-unconscious power to draw 
All hearts to thine by Love's sweet law. 

With these good gifts of God is cast 
Thy lot, and many a charm thou hast 
To hold the blessed angels fast. 

If, then, a fervent wish for thee 
The gracious heavens will heed from me, 
What should, dear heart, its burdens be? 
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The sighing of a shaken reed, — 
What can I more than meekly plead 
The greatness of our common need? 

God's love, — unchanging, pure and true, — 
The Paraclete white-shining through 
His peace, — the fall of Hermon's dew ! 

With such a prayer on this sweet day, 
As thou mayst hear and I may say, 
I greet thee, dearest, far away ! 

—JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 








All farewells should be sudden, when forever, 
Else they make an eternity of moments, 
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears. 

—BYRON 






And so, without more circumstance at all, 
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part. 

—SHAKESPEARE 

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Absent Friends 156 

A Friend in Need 160 

A Friend No More 64 

A Friendship 118 

A Legacy 86 

A Life's Love 49 

A Lost Friend 200 

A Seat for Three 144 

As for Me, I Have a Friend 13 

A Sonnet 165 

A Temple to Friendship 152 

A True, True Friend 128 








Ballade of Old Days . 95 






Ben Bolt . 67 






Benedicite 217 

Bereavement 63 

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Dreams and Realities 187 

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Faithful Unto Death : 124 

Farewell 209 

Feast of All Souls 29 






Friend and Lover 58 

Friends (G. W. Carryl) 135 

Friends (T. P. Garrison) 159 

Friends (G. Hall) 149 

Friends (W. E. Hendley) 44 

Friends (H. H. Jackson) 18 






Friends (W. S. Landor) 32 

Friends (C. D. Stewart) 130 

Friends and Foes 161 

Friendship (H. G. Cone) 117 

Friendship (E. Gosse) 119 






Friendship (K. Philips) 19 

Friendship (C. E. Prentiss) 112 






Friendship (G. S. Viereck) 167 

Friendship — A Toast 216 

Friendship is Love's Full Beauty Unalloyed 166 

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Hal and His Friends 105 






If I Should Die 142 

If I Should Die To-night 168 






I Had a Friend 74 

Indebtedness to Friendship 115 












Joseph Rodman Drake 21 












My Dead Friend 88 






My Familiar , 192 

My New Friend 121 

Ode to Friendship 174 

Old Comrades 76 

Old Friends 131 

One in a Thousand 53 

Our Friends 146 












Sit Closer, Friends 211 

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The Ballad of Bouillabaisse 98 

The Face of a Friend 162 

The Fire of Drift-wood 83 

The Girdle of Friendship 16 






The Joy of Friends 178 

The Meeting of Foes and the Meeting of Friends. . 147 






The Name of Friend 33 

The Old Familiar Faces 107 

The Royal Guest 39 






The Three Sorts of Friends 127 






The Times that Are 164 

The Tippling Friend 146 

The Two Friends 154 






The Vale of Avoca 103 

The Wish 12 






The Years Are Angels 11 

To a Friend 163 

To an Old Friend 73 






To Find a Friend 177 

Waiting 202 

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Addison, Joseph — Friend 151 

— Quotation 162 

Alcott, A. Bronson — Quotation 31 

Allen, Elizabeth Akers — Faithful Unto Death 124 

Ames, Mary Clemmer — Words for Parting 181 

Anonymous — A Life's Love 49 

— Bores 143 

— Commend Me to That Generous Heart 61 

—Dolce Far Niente 59 

— Our Friends 146 








Bartlett, J. — Quotation 178 

Beecher, Henry Ward — Quotation 162 

Bible — Quotation 48 

— Quotation 208 

Birrell, Augustine — Quotation 63 

Blair, Robert — Indebtedness to Friendship 115 

Black, Hugh — Quotation 15 

Blessington, Lady — Quotation 158 

Botta, Anne C. L. — Largess 51 

Brooks, Phillips — Quotation 78 

Bronte, Charlotte — Quotation 46 

Budgell — Quotation 60 

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Bulwer-Lytton, Edward — Quotation 10 

— Quotation 184 

Burnett, James G. — Bereavement 63 

Burns, Robert — Auld Lang Syne 92 








Burroughs, John — Waiting 202 

Byron, Lord — Epitaph on a Friend 122 

— Quotation 219 

Carey, Phoebe — Dreams and Realities 187 

Carlyle, Thomas — Quotation 54 

Carryl, Guy Wetmore — Friends 135 

Caudle, Mrs. — The Tippling Friend 146 

Channing, Grace Ellery — I Had a Friend 74 

Chesterfield, Lord — Quotation 117 

Cicero — Quotation 199 

Clough, Arthur Hugh— Qua Cursum Ventus 27 

Coates, Florence Earle — Song 138 

Coleridge, Samuel Taylor— The Good Great Man . . 37 
—The Three Sorts of 

Friends 127 

Cone, Helen Gray — Friendship 117 

Confucius — Quotation 50 






Conway, Katherine E. — Quotation 80 

— Quotation 138 

— Quotation 141 

—Quotation 156 

— Quotation 213 

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Cooper, J. Fenimore — Quotation 63 

Crane, Walter— A Seat for Three 144 

Crosby, Ernest — Hearts 137 

Davis, Mollie E. M. — Counsel 185 








De La Rochefoucauld, Francois — Quotation 29 






De Vere, Mary Aigne — Friend and Lover 58 

Dickinson, Emily — Quotation 17 






Duer, Alice — A Sonnet 165 

Egyptian Proverb 97 

Eliot, George — Quotation 143 

Emerson, Ralph Waldo — Quotation 165 

English, Thomas Dunn — Ben Bolt 67 

Evelyn, John — Quotation 64 

Farrar, F. W. — Quotation 104 

Field, Eugene — Good-bye, God Bless You 214 












Gannett, William C. — Quotation 38 

Garrison, Theodosia Pickering — Friends 159 

Gibbons, Cardinal — Quotation 195 

Gilder, Richard Watson— The Years Are Angels . . 11 

Goldsmith, Oliver — Quotation 35 

Gosse, Edmund — Friendship 119 

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Gowdy, John — To a Friend 163 

Hake, Thomas Gordon — Friendship is Love's Full 

Beauty Unalloyed 166 

Hale, Edward Everett — Quotation 51 

Hall, Gertrude — Friends 149 

Halleck, Fitz-Greene — Joseph Rodman Drake .... 21 

Hazlitt, William — Quotation 32 

Henley, William Ernest — Friends 44 

Hoffman, Charles Fenno — Sparkling and Bright. . 79 

Holmes, Oliver Wendell — Bill and Joe 69 

— The Girdle of Friendship 16 

Howe, Julia Ward— The Royal Guest 39 

Howells, William Dean — Friends and Foes 161 

Hubbard, Elbert— Quotation 18 

— Quotation 61 

Hugo, Victor — Quotation 134 

Hunt, Leigh— Jaffar 139 

Irving, Washington — Quotation 58 

Jackson, Helen Hunt — Friends 18 

— My New Friend 121 

Jefferson, Joseph — Quotation 66 

Jerrold, Douglas — Quotation 163 








Johnson, Lionel — Friends 41 

Johnson, Samuel — Quotation 72 

Jonson, Ben — Quotation 11 

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Kimball, Harriet McEwen — Goodby 183 

King, Ben F.— If I Should Die 142 

— Like the New Friends Best 55 








Landor, Walter Savage — Friends 32 

— Quotation 94 

Lavater — Quotation 8 

Leland, Charles Godfrey— The Two Friends 154 

Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth — The Fire of Drift- 
wood 83 

Lover, Samuel — The Meeting of Foes and the Meet- 
ing of Friends 147 

Mackay, Charles — Hal and His Friends 105 

Macy, Arthur — Sit Closer, Friends 211 

Martin, Arthur Patchett — Old Comrades 76 

Massey, Gerald— Old Friends 131 

Massey, Susanna — Friendship, A Toast 216 

McGaffey, Ernest — As for Me, I Have a Friend . . 13 
Messinger, Robert Hinckley — Give Me the Old .... 109 

Mifflin, Lloyd— A Friend No More 64 

Mitford, Mary Russell — Quotation 10 

Montaigne — Quotation 164 

Moore, Thomas — A Temple to Friendship 152 

— The Vale of Avoca 103 

Naden, Constance C. W. — Friendship 23 

Napoleon— Quotation 199 

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Norton, Caroline Elizabeth Sarah— We Have Been 

Friends Together 81 

O'Connor, Joseph — A True, True Friend 128 

Ogden, Ruth — Quotation 161 

O'Reilly, John Boyle — A Lost Friend 200 

Ouida — Quotation 28 

Palmer, Mrs. George Archibald — "Well, Good- 
bye!" 190 

Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart— Sung to a Friend 34 

Phillips, Katherine — Friendship 19 

Plutarch— Quotation 184 

Pollok, Robert— The Face of a Friend 162 

Pope, Alexander — Quotation 61 

Prentiss, Caroline Edwards — Friendship 112 

Proverbs — Quotation 137 

— Quotation 195 

Putnam, Frank— To Find a Friend 177 

Quince, P. — Ode to Friendship 174 

Raleigh, Walter— Quotation n 

Reid, Christian — Regret 196 

Riley, James Whitcomb — Jim 170 

— Reach Your Hand to Me 5 

Roebuck — Quotation 203 

Rogers, Robert Cameron— To an Old Friend 73 

Rogers, Samuel — Feast of All Souls 29 

Romaine, Harry — One in a Thousand 53 

Roscommon — Quotation 4 

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Ruskin, John — Quotation 46 

Saxe, John Godfrey — My Familiar 192 

Scandinavian Edda — Quotation 180 

Schopenhauer — Quotation 26 

Scollard, Clinton — Quotation 143 

Seneca — Quotation 78 

— Quotation 132 

— Quotation , 163 

Shakespeare, William — Sonnet 75 

— Quotation 2ig 

Sherman, Frank Dempster — The Joy of Friends . . 178 

Shirley, James — The Name of Friend 33 

Sidney, Philip — Quotation 108 

Smith, Arabella E.— If I Should Die To-night 168 

Smith, Robert — Quotation 186 

Stanton, Frank L. — My Dead Friend 88 

Stevenson, Robert Louis — Quotation 116 

Stewart, Charles D. — Friends 130 

Stinson, S. Scott— Ballade of Old Days 95 

Story, W. W.— Quotation 151 

Swift, Jonathan — What Are Another's Faults to Me 145 
Symonds, John Addington — Give Freely to the 

Friend Thou Hast 52 

Taylor, Jeremy — Quotation 40 

Tennyson, Alfred — From "In Memoriam" 204 

Thackeray, William Makepeace — Quotation 87 

—The Ballad of 

Bouillabaisse 98 
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Thomas, Margaret — Absent Friends 156 

Thompson, Maurice — Farewell 209 

Thoreau, David Henry — Quotation 4.6 

Trumbull, H. Clay— Quotation 112 

— Quotation 129 

— Quotation 153 

— Quotation 155 

— Quotation 203 

— Quotation 210 

Twain, Mark — Quotation 146 

Van Dyke, Henry — A Friend In Need 160 

— Friendship 9 

— Quotation 141 

Viereck, George Sylvester — Friendship 167 

Warwick — Quotation 91 

Washington, George — Quotation 177 

Webster, Daniel— The Memory of the Heart 62 

Wells, Amos R. — Quotation 160 

Whitcher, Frances Miriam — Widow Bedott to 

Elder Sniffles 30 








Whiting, Charles Goodrich — Quotation 57 

Whitman, Walt — Quotation 120 

Whittier, John Greenleaf — A Legacy 86 

— Benedicite 217 

Winter, William— The Wish 12 






Wordsworth, William — The Times That Are 164 

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